“Who wants to take bets on how long before he comes after me?” I asked, chuckling.“If he’s back on Monday,” Lana mused, “I’d say he’ll...be expelled before the end of the day.”They laughed and agreed about that. “Do us a favor and curb-stomp his balls when he hits the ground this time?” Jessie asked.“You’re betting on me to put him down?” I asked with a grin.“I am,” Lana said. “I’ve seen you in your kung fu class. You break boards. A few of his bones shouldn’t be tough.”I nodded. “I sincerely. ”“No? Then it had to be the ‘lovely’ Susan?” I nodded. “What the hell do you see in her?”“Just leave it!” I snapped. “OK?”“What’s wrong?”“Nothing!” It was petulant more than the snarl I’d been going for, but it worked. She frowned. She heaved a sigh and sat beside me on the bed and gave my arm a reassuring squeeze. “Okay, hon, I get it. Relationship shit. Didn’t mean to pry. Sorry.” A pause, then “Forgiven?”“Yeah. Sure.” “So are you bringing her to the wedding?” “No.”“Why not? Oh! Oops. Sorry.. Still the lust for the blond girl was all over his body, but he didn’t feel like jerking off again. He wanted her in person. He needed her.He knew the house that the girl lived in, it was near his house. The next thing he knew, he was in his car, about to start it. “Fuck, I can’t go to her house and ask to fuck her.” Suddenly he knew he wasn’t going to ask to fuck her, but he was going to fuck her. He went back in his house, and grabbed a few tools. A flashlight, packaging tape. And a. He shivered as the fine nylon slid against his sensitive glans and began to masturbate slowly rubbing the toe of the stocking into his cock so that the seam caused a sensation of friction and pleasurable torment.The idea of masturbating into one of his mistress's stockings filled his mind with a guilty excitement which further fuelled his desire and he sat on the edge of the bed making himself comfortable then lay back to lose himself in nylon heaven not noticing the noise that the bed springs.