She also had fishnets and body stockings, many crotchless. On several occasions he stood there running the sheer material of one of her stockings over...his cock.There were no granny panties to be found. There may have only been three or four pairs of bikini panties, the rest were all thongs or g-strings in every color. Some were lace, some were sheer, some tied at the hips. Some particular pairs caught his attention because they were so incredibly skimpy, just three strings with a tiny triangle. They were a modern nuclear family: father, traditional stay athome mom and their obnoxious eight-year-old son.After Kevin phoned his mother, he worried about her seeing him like this.It took some time before he could decide whether to be seen in a dress orjust in a diaper. Kevin thought that naked except for the diaper wouldbe much better. He might have had second thoughts had he known that hisdiaper was quite wet already from his own piss. The diaper was no wherenear the flood stage, it was. I felt a flutter in my stomach and cunt and paused for a minute before telling her if it would make me more quick money to do it. She moved to the right side of the bed, pulled my wrist to the top corner and tied it with new white rope. I tugged on the rope to find I was restrained causing my cunt to leak more juices. Mandy moved to the left side and tied my left wrist to the bed post when pulled on both wrist I felt a warm fire building in my body and pussy. As she pulled my left leg toward. My hands reach bare skin, she gasps and grinds down on me again. My hands reach towards her pussy from behind. I pull her ass cheeks apart and my fingers nestle at her crotch, she angles her arse upwards getting her pussy nearer my fingers. I can feel the crotch of her knickers is sopping wet. I gently massage her pussy through her knickers, my fingers now soaked with her wetness. As I massage her she pushes back on my hands, her toungue reaches towards my throat as a finger slips past her.