You slide your finger in and out of my cold, dry cunt, allowing it to caress the velveteen softness of my inner folds, while your thumb gently dances ...bout my clit. You push deeper and harder, the palm of your hand now pressing against my pelvis in a vain attempt to stimulate me; to feel me push my hips back against your hand, yet I am still. Any movement of my body is not of its volition, as you push faster and faster, deeper and deeper inside me.My corpse is swaying to the rhythm of your. You did have the old ladies that wore their reinforced toes proudly, but I didn't like those.So I was a good looking, popular, jocky k**. But with a major pantyhose fetish that I felt I had to hide. That led to some crazy times when I was either a) home alone, or b) babysitting or something where I had access to the lady of the houses' pantyhose drawer. So that's my backstory and now I want to talk about the beginning; all the way back to my c***dhood. Then I'm going to put some pantyhose on. She started moaning says "god that feels so good". I move on to the next one while my hand is still play with the nipple pinching and pulling. She says she likes them twerked. I don't say anything but pinched and pulled her nipple again but this time turned it to the side. She yelled "Fuck yes". I continue for another few minutes alternating between licking sucking and twerking her nipples before I start heading further down her body.She lifted up her legs to make it easier for me to remove her. "You realize I'm not like Marshall. Just because I want your cunt wrapped all around my rigid prick doesn't mean you get special privileges." Am I asking for any?" she said hotly, her pink tongue making a slight circuit of her trembling lips.He encircled her body with his powerful arms. "I want to fuck you. Here. Now."Her hand moved quickly to run his zipper down the metallic track. His erection leaped out, the plum-colored crown drawing her like a magnet draws iron."Here, huh?" she asked, her.