So for a huge part of my youth, I would sneak pantyhose out of my mom's 'old pantyhose bag'. I think every woman had one of those back then. I don't k...ow if it was because they were luxury items back in the war day or what, but literally every woman's closet I had a chance to pillage in my youth had a plastic bag, shoe box, old purse or something of all their pantyhose and stockings that only had a snag or a single run or whatever. Pantyhose were literally every damn where and that was OK with. But he was still nowhere near erection.“Come on Harry, get it up! Look at the crumpet waiting for you!” cried someone.“It bloody well won’t come up. Not yet,” said an aggrieved Harry.“Let Jim go next then. She can give you a suck instead. Might do the trick.”“Good idea...”“A very good idea,” grinned Jim, the Lascar. He removed himself from Melissa’s mouth and came round to the back of the pillory. He had a penis of considerable length but no great girth.“Oh I love ‘em white and young!” he. “No. My name is Snake.”“But you don’t hiss,” I pointed out.“Naw,” he smiled. “I got my name ‘cos of my cock.”“So your real name is Dong?” I asked, showing my confusion. “You don’t look Vietnamese.”He gawped at me.Penny looked venomous. “Ignore him, Cecil. He’s just taking the piss.”“Ah, Cecil. That’s your real name? Now I understand the need for a nickname. So why are you here, fondling my wife?”“I’m not fondling her. I don’t do that type of shit. I’m about to fuck her, ‘cos you can’t manage to. Main to heaven me tha. Fir maine uski panty utar feki. Uski pussy ekdum clean or milky thi jise dekhte hi mai pagal ho gaya.Fir maine usko bed pe letaya aur uski choot ko apni tounge se chatne laga. Maine apni puri tounge uski choot main dal di. Uski choot pehle hi gili ho chuki thi. Thodi der me usne apna cum chod diya mere muh me. Uska tase b bahut hi acha tha. Fir hum dono ne smooch kia.Wo kehne lagi “Dear ab mujhse raha nahi jata. Fuck me now.” Fir main uske upar let gaya aur apna lund uski.