She handed me one of the packages and told me, "Take off your pantyhose and put these on."I did as I was told and removed my Hanes Alive pantyhose and...pulled the package open. These were some Italian brand pantyhose that I couldn't even read the label. It was all in Italian. As I pulled the pantyhose from the package, I was amazed at the softness and the sheerness of the hose. As I bunched them up to put them on my leg, the fabric was like the finest silk I had ever felt on my arm. My cock was. Was this someone my wife had talked with, as she has a lot of online friends that I don't usually hear from? So I kind of quietly nudged her awake enough to ask if she recognized the name. She said no.Now I was really beginning to wonder what was going on. So I asked how they knew I had a wife."I've known you and your wife since even before she was your wife," she said. "In fact, I was at the wedding when you and Susan got married."While more than a little shocked at that, I began to run. But he did learn to spread his cheeks eventually. The next year, I met a gal and she and I dated steady for the next two years. My roommate moved back to L.A. after graduation and we lost contact. The girl I left him for? SHE became my, now ex, wife.”As she listened, I watched her drift off into the scene I had set. She moaned at times, laughed at us getting caught. By the end, she looked in the mood for a kiss. We made out in the booth.“You are so GOD! DAMN! SEXY! Amos Durbin. Fuck me. "Yes, I certainly do," replied Mark."How about we play trains for a moment and then we fuck?" beamed Marsha, although Mark did not initially understand what she meant. He did when Marsha approached him and then turned and thrust her backside back against his penis and then started grinding. Mark kissed the back of her neck and put his hands on her tits through her blouse and bra."Don't do too much of that or I will be cumming again," warned Mark as Marsha rubbed her arse against his cock."Yeah,.