The feeling of the pissed soaked toes was so erotic. I was turned on by the fact that I knew who it was who had pissed and came on my pantyhose and no... I was going to wear them. I worked the pantyhose up my legs and then the panty into place. I looked down at my black nyloned legs. I could clearly see white cum on the black ultra sheer nylon and the feet of the pantyhose were soaked from toes to mid arch.I climbed into the bathtub and lay on my back as I began slowly stroking my cock. I was. I struggled trying to find a reply, breathlessly I whispered, ‘Sometimes I do too.’ Gathering my courage, I went on. ‘You weren’t alone, I wanted you just as badly.’ There was an energy between us, burning and consuming as the sun itself. When we were together, its rays would bring me a joy I had never felt. In ecstasy I would bask in them, hoping they would never end. I always knew they eventually would, over and over I would take the risk and suffer the heartache, waiting for time to pass and. Ella sits foward slightly pulling her underwear aside and pushes her pussy back into Jame's face, where she meets his tounge, she gives out a little grown and grabs at his chest. Meanwhile Lydia has adjusted herself, hand wrapped arouhd the base of his cock, she curiously starts to lick... "mmm that looks good, let me try!?" Ella pipes up. James worryingly moves his hands up and places them on Ella's thighs, nose deap in her lips tease her clit with the tip of his tounge. He is suddenly shocked. I had no choice. If a guy wanted me to dress up in a ponygirl outfit with a vibrator in my pussy and drive him around Chrystal Heights' Town Square, I did it without a second thought and with a smile on my face."The daytime was a different matter though. During the day, only my vocabulary was regulated. I could do whatever I liked so long as I didn't leave Chrystal Heights and was contented to be a monosyllabic, big breasted, sex-crazed bimbo for the rest of my life."But you'd found a job.".