Donna put her arms around Annette and held her tight. It was not a comfortable position for either of them and in about an hour they were awake. Annet...e went to the front seat to sleep and Donna went back to sleep on the bed. At six o'clock the alarm went off. Donna looked at Annette and said, "Good morning honey. That was wonderful. Thank you." Annette answered that she had been afraid at first and really turned off but that it ended up being really great. Annette came back and gave Donna a. His mother had scores of them, all neatly stacked in a built in closet cabinet in the hallway of the one bedroom apartment his family lived in.He liked to play with the boxes of his mother's stockings, pretending he was a clerk in a department store like the one where she purchased her nylons from. He loved the way the stockings were so carefully packaged inside the box which helped him to understand how fragile and delicate the stockings were. He was mesmerized by the diaphanous tissue paper. He’d not made the mistake of confusing lust for love again, but he’d had plenty of opportunities to satiate that lust, earning himself a reputation as a lady’s man – but not a knave, either. He was careful never to lead anyone on, ensuring there were no hurt feelings – and no unexpected ‘consequences’ a few months down the road, either. He just enjoyed himself, without strings attached, and made sure his partners did the same.But after a while, the novelty wore off. With his future so uncertain. Her uncle had already done that, and this girl's tissues spread to engulf my cock head easily. As I pushed, her pussy opened enough to admit the first two inches of my rod and hold it in a hot, wet embrace."Oooo, thanks!" she said. "Can you get it in deeper?"There was nothing I wanted more in life. The little one smiled and moaned as my cock nudged its way in. There was no obstruction, and her hot, wet tunnel hugged me in an elegant embrace without discomfort. I could get in all the way -- all.