Her merry widow was holding up black stockings. She had forgone the panties and her bare pussy was swelling before my eyes, the lips puffy and a hint ...f moisture just visible."Horny, lusty, wench," I said, taking off my own shirt. I never got to my belt. Patricia stepped up to me and caught my hands at my waist and started undoing my belt as our lips came together in a kiss, our tongues fencing with each other while her hands dove into my pants taking my cock firmly in her hands. She took a. She had good, strong legs and turned her knees in and her toes out."Show me," I said and handed her the reins. She trotted my mare in a figure eight and brought her back in front of me. I got up on my new horse after I checked his feet, and we headed north, toward Georgetown. We galloped some, walked some, dismounted regularly, talked a bit and made good time, but the sun set before we found any tavern or barn to sleep in. I did find a meadow with some good grass, hobbled the horses, made a. " In elementary school? Please," he snorted. What a jerk. "Call dad." Heturned around, but I called:"Does mom know?" About what?" That I passed out today." Of course she doesn't. Don't be stupid. Call dad. Did you do anythinguseful today, sis?" Fuck off, asshole," I snarled. He snorted again and left.I called my father. He picked the phone up quickly."Hey, sunshine," he said. Sunshine?"Hi, dad. Peter said you called me. I'm sorry, I was sleeping." Are you OK? When your teacher called it sounded. We accepted the inquiry and learned that the couple, Deanna and Stan were in the mid 50s. He was an attorney and she was a court reporter who of course wore nylons/pantyhose everyday to work. Stan had a similar desire to my own to see another man shoot semen on his wife's sexy pantyhose legs and feet. We exchange photos including several of our wives wearing nylons, heels and not much else. It was apparent that Deanna was quite striking and very sexually centered on nylons as a magnet for.