Please read the note inside, I whispered it, trying not to sound desperate,fawning over the trace of black lace showing from her bra. She didn't say ... word and I left, red-faced, swearing never to return to her store, not able to face her certain rejection. I went back to my apartment and, once inside, immediately drew out my hard cock and stroked to the memory of her haggard face and sweet cleavage, perhaps it was the contrast between the two that made me want her so very badly, and now I was. At that moment something changed. Everything was so passionate and she had fully given herself to me as the flood gates to her pussy opened up and she came harder than I’d ever experienced before. Her eyes clenched shut and she let out muffled squeals as I continued to kiss her. Our now sweaty bodies glistening as I continued to explore every crevice of her pussy. She trembled and writhed beneath me with her legs forcibly making a feeble attempt to come together. I moved my hands down near her. I hope that the information that I have will be worth it to you."One of the things they did was to run me through a teaching machine to teach me the modern language. It was a variation on English, but it was much changed. A lot of the junk stuff like the subjunctive case and irregular verbs were gone. Spelling had been rationalized, so words were spelled like they were pronounced. The language was so simplified that I could have learned it in a few days without their machine, but I didn't tell. There are a whole host of reasons I would not wear the tights but number one would have to be that I was meeting all of my girlfriend's family and first impressions count and I didn't want that clouded by the image of a man in tights.I rang my girlfriend and she laughed and made jokes while at the same time giving me instructions on how to put them on as I was usually pulling them off her. Again with the laughter. I cut her off and took a deep breath and proceeded to put on the tights.Next.