Do you have any dirty clothes?"I started to get up. She said, "Just tell me where they are. It will take more than one load." There's a black leaf bag...in the back of my truck. It won't smell very good."She laughed, "It will when I get through with it." She started away, and then turned, "Why do you live here in the middle of Georgia?" My wife had family nearby and she wanted to be closer to them than Atlanta. I didn't care, since I can live about anywhere near an airport. I don't have anywhere. Anwesha kisses me and allows her long black hair to fall into my face. "Pfft! Hair ball!" I joke as we kiss again. The sweat from our bodies lubricated our skin and made the grinding process much more smoother... Meanwhile:Downstairs Saran overheard the loud screams and moans of pleasure emitted from his wife and friend. Jonathan was still busy breeding his wife, and from the sound it she was enjoying every minute of it. He couldn't help but feel turned on by this. Not only was Jonathan. ..the people Iowe money to will kill me. Please forgive me, please, I'll pay backevery penny. Please don't fire me, please, I'll do anything," I begged."Anything?" the boss asked quizically, raising an eyebrow."Anything, anything you want," I replied, "just please, please let mekeep my job."The boss pondered for a few second before replying."All right. I'll offer you a choice. I have, emm, shall we say, certainneeds. Needs that my partner won't indulge. If you cater for theseneeds, I'll make. He slowly stroked his nyloned covered cock reveling in the silky slipperiness of the sheer nylons. But what he loved most was to roll up a stocking like he'd seen his mother do as she was preparing to put one on - and slowly pull it over his awaiting erection like a condom made of nylon. He pulled the stocking down all the way to the dark, reinforced toe until it encased the tip of his penis which was dribbling pre-cum that noticeable darkened the nylon. He took the other stocking and loosely.