Tommy wanted to get to know Tawnya and maybe even get inside her panties. He could tell she was a bit shy and wanted the privacy this room afforded to...make her more comfortable. He was shocked when Tawnya came in wearing the two-piece black bikini with her legs slightly crossed and her arms behind her back as her face flushed with embarrassment when he saw Tommy staring at her. ‘What’s wrong?’ asked Tawnya. ‘Oh…it’s nothing. It’s…damn, you’re fine in that bikini,’ said Tommy and shook his head. All the pantyhose my wife owns are for me. She only wears them when we fuck. Now my wife’s “fuck me” pantyhose are on this beautiful girls sexy legs. There’s even a good chance I’ve cum all over these pantyhose. “Do my legs look nice in your wife’s pantyhose?”. This girl knew exactly what she was doing to me and she seemed to really like it. “Look very nice on your runners legs”, I said. “Ive never worn pantyhose before, I like how they feel. I might wear them more often. But don’t worry I’ll. The sheer cups fell away, baring Rebecca’s breasts to his view. Her nipples were smaller, but still attractive, drawing his lips to their brown tips. He licked them, and sucked them softly, alternating from right to left. As they stiffened slightly, he sucked harder, eliciting a moan from her throat. Damien kissed his way back up her throat, and softly nibbled on her bottom lip. He placed his hand lightly on her skirt, right over the triangle where her thighs met. He felt a hot bulge through. As we are here, in the middle of this chaos and confusion, we look at each other, and we just know that we must make love. We don’t know if this is our last day on earth. We start to kiss, our tongues are entangled in each others mouths. Our bodies are pressed together. We are so scared, but are so hungry to enjoy each other. We really don’t know if this is the last time. We are standing near the bed, and we rip our clothes off one another, and start to kiss. I lay on my back, and you get on.