As she got close to the rocks of the headland she swam over a dark shape she took to be a large fish. She was about to dive down to take a closer look...when something grabbed her by the ankles, stopping her dead in the water. As she tried to work out what on earth was happening, whatever it was became a dead weight, dragging her under. She took a gulp of air as her head was pulled beneath the surface. As she thrashed around trying to free herself, she was first astonished by the appearance of a. If she'd been wearing a pair of navy pantyhose I'd nip into the bathroom instead of her bedroom and fish them out of the laundry hamper. I'd then jack off with them wrapped around my shaft, not worrying about shooting my seed into them because I'd then quickly rinse them out and put them back into the hamper. Sometimes she wouldn't remove her pantyhose just change into her tracksuit bottoms then go sit downstairs and dangle her slippers. On these occasions I would leave my friend upstairs. Her orgasm was mind-blowing, she made noises she wasn’t proud of, her toes curled and it fell like her pussy was literally all that there was to her body. When it finally blew over, she wanted more. She got off his face, bent and kissed him, smiling because she tasted herself on his face. She kissed down his chest and slowly moved to his groin. She wrapped her little hand around his hard cock and licked the ridge of the head, thrilled with his erection. Then she engulfed her dick with her. During that same year my best friend George decided to do something for me that I didn't seem to want to do for myself. He forced me to come back to the living; made me by the force of his will, not mine, give up drinking and go back to having a life.I did however get the last laugh where Brenda was concerned. In an ironic twist of fate the woman who left me for someone else who could give her all the material things she wanted got to pick up the paper one morning and read about her ex-husband.