I'll try to be delicate here, but the problem is not so much as having the pantyhose conform to the bit of anatomy I have and women don't but getting ...hem to conform to my pot belly and stay up. They have a disconcerting tendency to roll up and slide down the curve of my paunch. So I have developed a preference for gartered stockings and Sears has always carried stockings in my size. In fact, Sears is about the only place that still carries stockings since Mr. Ward's establishment went out of. In no time the second switch whipped repeatedly across my well-presented naked bottom. I immediately resumed my frantic exclamations and kicking. Normally I didn't think that I was capable of the extent of frantic kicking that I did. Under the intense striation of a fresh willow switch, however, almost anything is possible.That second switch, while flexible and whippy, was also quite sturdy, and Katya used it for some time before it frayed. She decided to stop then, although she had prepared. All the time I was licking or touching or pinching or fucking, she kept up a steady stream of instructions on what I should be doing along with all the whens, whys and hows. She bragged that when she was finished with my education, I'd be able to satisfy a lesbian ice queen. I seriously doubted that, but it was fun to pretend.Friday evening rolled around and I was in my bedroom getting dressed to head over to Jennie's when she gave me the olfactory alert and appeared in the doorway."Enjoying an. Jamie smiled at me and asked, “Do you want to feel them? Yours will be this big when you’re older probably too.” She asked, tweaking her nipples.I saw them get hard like mine and reached out slowly with both hands and touched them. Jamie sighed and leaned back her head a bit. Her skin was so soft. Her body looked so firm but when I squeezed her tits a bit, they were soft. I tweaked her nipples like she had and she jumped a bit.She then removed my hands, “Now show me how you do it, and I’ll show.