I grabbed her ass and pulled her in even more and held onto it.“Hey, hey now, sir. You can’t be doing me like that in front the guests. But for re...l, what do you do?”“I just made Specialist for a local communications firm and yes I’m a cage fighter by night.”“You mean that UFC, MMA shit?”“Yea that exact UFC, MMA shit but at a local level.”“So I got me a Rampage Jackson on my hands,” she said moving in closer with us almost in an embrace.“Let me find out you know about MMA. Shit, I might have to. I want to pound her hard and come inside her but I also want her to have another orgasm. I let the fingers of my left hand glide round the edge of the vibrator, teasing her lips while my other hand struggles to release her boobs from her bra. She happily helps me out and pulls both straps down from her shoulders and sets her boobs free. Probably too fast, I have her left nipple straight in my mouth, licking it and gently running my teeth over it. "Harder" she says so I gently bite the nipple. 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. She was the darling of the powerful social activist segment of the party. That was good for her ego, but the unending stream of invitations sometimes wore her down.She was going through one of her standard sequences that had become almost rote to her. This one was the 'dowager, wedding night virgin' script. The woman had just asked the 'doesn't that take away the thrill of mutual discovery' question when Ben grasped her elbow. That was the signal for immediate attention needed. She did her.