She asked what it tasted like and I told her I didn’t know and that I wasn’t in the habit of tasting my cum. That was just a bit of a white lie as...I had tasted my cum on Rebecca’s lips when she kissed me after giving me head. She then dipped her finger and thumb into it and pulled them back out with a large glob that strung down off them. She it was both sticky and slippery and then brought it to her lips, stuck her tongue out and let some drip into her mouth. She looked at me for a second and. "I loved wearing stockings to bed. The nylon protected the satin bystopping rough nails and skin from snagging and also engendered a lovelysmooth swishing when rubbed against that fabric, bliss indeed. I wentacross to the bed and picked up the lovely pile of frippery. I walkedacross and went into the bathroom. It took seconds to drop the bra andwaist cincher onto the pouffe and slip on the sexy suspender belt,reattaching the nylons, pulling them firmly smooth. I then stepped intothe scrumptious. I used to wear a uniform, provide a service, vote, pay taxes, serve on jury duties and so many other things. I worried: about the bills, advancement of our careers, what I drove, etc.Now: simply put, I have none of those problems. My wife was killed while being driven by her drunk boss, whom she was sleeping with I was to find out, to a work mandated conference during a terrible storm.I took a very large settlement from her company and her boss's lawyers, cashed out my own stock options from. “My sentiments exactly,” Bill echoed.It wasn’t much longer before the group was all saddled up for the caravan to get to Ithaca, though the kids were a bit tougher to corral, of course. Luckily, Anne and Therese helped by riding herd on their siblings and the younger ones, due to reasons that remain unclear to the grown-ups. At any rate, they were soon on the road, even if some of the adults were a bit sore as they sat in their various seats. After all, they would have plenty of time to recover.