I love you, baby. I didn’t know it would be like this. I can’t stand the thought of leaving you, even for a few hours. Do I have it bad, sweet hea...t?” He finally recovered his composure somewhat. “My God, Tammy! No girl has ever loved me like you just did. You gave me your heart. You fucked me as if your very life depended on my love. Christ, honey dew, how can I not love you? I meant what I said. If you were legal, I’d take you to Vegas and get hitched to you in minutes. I’ve never had a. ‘Did I say you could touch yourself?’ His tone is chiding, ‘such a naughty girl Lucy. Not doing as you are told, you need to be punished.’ My breath shortens at the prospect. His hand travels up my arm and reaches around to the fastening on my bra, a gentle pressure before the straps start to slide down my arms. My bra falls to the floor and my large breasts are freed to George’s gaze. His hands palm the globes whilst his lips press to my neck, then to my shoulder until his lips wrap around my. "So is it the feel of the nylons or the look of them?" It's everything," I answered, because it was."Explain," she demanded."Well, I love the feel of them, especially if they are real silk," I answered, no longer even trying to not to take lengthy looks of her nylon-clad legs and feet."Feel these," she offered, moving her left foot onto my lap with incredible flexibility."Are you trying to cause an accident?" I gasped, as her foot briefly hit the steering wheel."Do you mean on the road or in. Santa keeps track of these things. So, do you want a lump of coal in your stocking instead of the nice little present Santa got you, or do you want a swat on your bare bottom?" What? You mean ... You're going to spank me?" Jennifer's eyes popped open so far I could see the whites all the way around. She was truly shocked and her mouth made little up and down motions as she tried to speak."It makes no difference to me, Jen," I said. "We have coal Santa can put in your stocking." Well, charcoal..