This was bolstered by at least two female school teachers during my lifetime that wore short skirts and pantyhose nearly every day. Oftentimes I would...get a quick glance up their skirts making it well worth the effort to get to class each day! This was the catalyst of my pantyhose fetish and all of the incredible sexual experiences I’ve ever had. Sneaking mom’s pantyhose, I loved trying them on and the exhilarating thrill they ignited when I slid them up my leg. I loved how they felt as I. He grabbed my head in his hands, and drove the full length into my mouth, I only wished I could have held it for more control, but my arm movements was restricted. Thankfully, he was very excited and my work on him soon had his cum gushing down my throat, I swallowed quickly to avoid wastage. From the noises coming from him I knew he was sated, now will somebody attend to my need, I thought. Anita put a glass of water to my face, saying. “Drink this; your mouth has more to do.” I gulped the. It was windy and rainy outside but the house was hot and humid. Ken lay on his bed reading a comic book in his loose basketball shorts. I could see a faint line of pubic hair just below his naval that seemed to point to the cock beneath the shiny material. I made small talk with him and at first he was his usual dismissive self but slowly it dawned on him that I was looking at him differently. He suddenly smiled and patted the bed for me to sit. I jumped onto the bed and he grabbed me by my. She told me that she had separated from her husband as their careers came in the way and their children were in boarding school. After she finished, she asked if I could take a walk. As we stepped out, she lit a cigarette. I had not seen this aspect of hers. We walked around the swimming pool and ordered some more drinks. It was almost midnight and no one was there. I was thinking of leaving, when she asked, what do you think of me. She laughed when I stumbled and started walking. I followed.