I worry you might not send him back to me though.” I shocked myself with that last statement.“Oh, I won’t steal him from you; I would just borro... him. I would return him as good as ever; he’d just be a little wiser and more talented is all.”“I’ll get back to you on that, you wicked lady.” And we said our goodbyes and hung up.Rhonda’s comments weighed on my mind all day. Should I offer this experience to Stephen? I admit, I felt a twinge of jealousy thinking about my tall, gorgeous, statuesque. You've been like ... Brain-washed or something."I laughed at him then, "Brain-washed? I just..." I didn't know how to say it and I waved my Coke around in a gesture of futility. "I just wanted to try it, okay? I wanted to do it and see what it was like. I didn't mean to make any trouble, that was Henry's fault, alright? He's the one with the camera and he's the one who acts stupid all the time."We sat there for awhile, each of us just thinking to ourselves. I didn't know what to do about any of. I grew up in a medium sized Midwestern town and went to school in the 70's and 80's. I'm not a very big guy at 5'8" and 165, but I was always extremely athletic and all throughout my school years I was always a varsity wrestler and hockey player and runner. I'm also pretty good looking and always had good looking girlfriends and basically had a great adolescence. This is about my sex life however, but that plays into it as I always had willing girls to participate in my pantyhose fetish.. Shortly after she did this I did the same to her as she too wasn't wearing panties to bed. We were soon laying on our sides kissing each other Wendy with her leg wrapped over my body as we dry humped each other until either of use could no longer take it. We both slide our shorts off and kicked them aside. We then were back in the same positron this time grinding our wet pussies together for the first time as we moaned in ecstasy or the closest thing to it. We continued kissing and hugging as.