Whenever I see her in the mirror or a photo, I know she is me. And I am so glad, so very glad, I embraced myself by embracing her. Jennifer started ou... shy and timid – uncertain of herself and how others saw her. Not quite sure she was attractive or desirable. She began life with a pink and white wardrobe and long skirts which suggested virginal purity but did not truly reflect who she was. The first boyfriends and lovers helped end that phase. I still recall those who first flirted with me and. I didn’t want to just cum on the pantyhose and then throw them out. No, there was no way was I going to do that. I was going to keep them for some time, a long time. I decided to keep my hands inside the feet and stroke my rigid cock. As I stroked I stood over my glass top coffee table. I would dump my load over the glass and keep the pantyhose free of cum. As I stroked I kept thinking about Karen and her sexy hose clad legs and feet, her incredible mane of hair and flawless complexion. “Damn!. He'd acted as ring bearer. Knowing that they were both under the watchful eyes of not only parents but every other adult at the Resort, both managed to behave themselves reasonably well for their age. Irene had better wrap this up quickly, though, as I could see the youngsters were getting restless.Marcy, who had happily led the placement of these chairs we were sitting on, was in the back row somewhere, with her mother and little sister. I'd been surprised that her mother had shown up in. "You wanted something, Donna?" she reminded me. As that tone came into play, words were spit out. "Well, Jack is out for the night, and I just wondered if you'd like to get a bite to eat with me," I replied. As we weren't friends, I knew she was pretending to throw the phone. "No, but thanks for the offer," she declined. "Okay, I'm sorry I asked," I said, just before I hung up the phone. Efforts were always made to try to keep the peace between the three of us. Even as many attempts were halted.