He hadbeen dreading having to face all he had done to him again, but Jenny wasso nice and gave the impression that she was almost contemporary eventho...gh she was nearly twice his age. It meant that he found himselftelling her exactly how he felt about things.When it came to his mother's act of dressing him as a girl, he honestlyexplained to her that he felt there was something wrong with him becausehe actually found he enjoyed it. She went to great lengths to explain tohim that there was no. It excited me and gave me a sexy thrill. It was exciting to hunt for her pantyhose and as I rooted through the trash can in search of them my dick would bounce around in the pair I was wearing at the time. Mom wore pantyhose every day and so did I (hers!). In the beginning I was sure she never knew I was taking her pantyhose but now I’m less sure. I should explain that mom throws a lot of pantyhose out because she gets a run in her pantyhose every time she wears them which is daily. She wears a. I was his wife. Sometimes his lover, sometimes his naughty girl, sometimes his slut, but, I was his.I felt his cock line up with my pussy. I was wet and it slid easily inside me. I loved his cock. It was thicker than most. I always felt full. This time was no different. I moaned as he entered me. God I loved fucking him.For his part he got into the role play too."Anyone who shows their tits at dinner, deserves to get fucked," he said as he pounded my pussy."Maybe I won't ever wear a shirt to. Rachel dragged herself to the toiled pan. Holding on the sink for support, she managed to lift herself up and sit on the pan. She lifted her left leg, flexed her knee and rested her calf on her right knee. The pain made her feel dizzy. She closed her eyes for a moment, took a deep breath and tried to calm down. Then she leant forward to examine her injured ankle. A swelling had stared to grow under the black stocking. Even the slightest movement was causing a nasty, shooting pain."Mom!".