.sooooo, m-m-much fuckk..." The cam app started dinging like crazy but I didn't read any of it. Angelica had me at the edge of an orgasm and seemed to...just hold me there being at the edge of a cliff without letting me plunge into the water. Her fingers wriggle faster over my clit lifting me closer to the edge. "Ohh, oh god..." I whispered as if to no one and everyone. Then she slowed, letting it slip away again. She kept touching me in different ways, poke-rubbing with her finger tips, then. Calling me a slut and a whore the entire time, before he came he too pulled out and moved along side cumming on my breasts.Mr. Clark took up where he left off, my pussy was aching from the abuse now, I had had two or three orgasms, but now the pain was clouding my minds as he fucked me fast and hard before shooting his load on my stomach.I was given no respite though as Mr. France took up his position before he had even shot his load. Mr. Clark was standing over me stroking as Mr. France. That night I wore them to bed. That one time did it for me and I became pantyhose obsessed. I wore the stolen pantyhose day after day.Back then mom was four inches taller than me and weighed more than me so her pantyhose were an easy fit. Even today, her pantyhose still fit me because she is two inches taller and weighs about 10 pounds more than me. During my teens, as well as today; mom wears pantyhose every. Once I became enamored with pantyhose it did not take long for me to notice that mom. ”He smirked. “No, you’re always ready for sex.”“Uh huh. You have needs and urges,” I replied affirmingly, as I moved my hand towards his crotch and rubbed his inner thigh gently.“Can I ask you a question, mom?”“Absolutely, baby,” I replied, taking another bite of my dinner.“Do you enjoy being a bimbo for me?”“Of course, honey. I love it,” I replied not even hesitating. “Honestly, I find it really feminine and rewarding, especially to see all the pleasure it brings to you. It makes me feel.