They each start to quiz him about it:"Are you wearing pantyhose?!" Uhhhh... yes" Why?""Umm... I just like it I guess" Do you always wear them?" No,...just sometimes around the house. Or sometimes under my clothes at work" *giggles* WOW! How many pairs do you have?" Maybe about fifty pairs" FIFTY! That's more than we've got!" I have different kinds, some sheer, some opaque, some fishnet" What about stockings?" Yeah I sometimes wear those too" And knickers? And bras? And dresses? Do you wear. “Hey, what’s up?” I replied. “I was just wondering if you could help me with my English homework.” “Yeah of course, come in.” I watched her as she strolled in. She wore a light t-shirt and a pair of tracksuit bottoms. She wore no bra and her young B cup breasts looked perfectly round and pert. I could just make out her nipples which seemed to stand out quite a bit, perfect size in my opinion. I watched her ass all the way into my living room. She put her book down on the desk where my. John had just gotten himself zipped up, the soiled tissue flushed, and his vintage "dirty" magazine stashed, when he heard a car drive up next door. From his upstairs bedroom window overlooking the driveway, he peeped out just in time to see statuesque Joy Cooper immerge from her family van followed closely and boisterously by her children, two boys and one girl, all hyperactive.Joy was a tall, willowy businesswoman who always looked elegant and professional, even when she jogged early every. She could feel herself open up for him as she impaled herself with his member. Another sigh, this one of release, escaped her, as he became buried further and further into her. Finally, she was all the way down and her familiar lover filled her. Up and down she moved, feeling him rub against her inner walls. She loved the way it felt to give her man pleasure and receive so much pleasure in return. As his hands roamed her stomach, rear, and thighs she lost count of her ooh’s and his aah’s. She.