Marcel assumed he should put it on. He slipped out of his boxers and wriggled the skimpy panties up over his arse. He caught sight of himself in the m...rror behind Kris’s head. Wow, he looked hot. His boyish butt sweetly outlined by the pink lace, he was probably about the same size as Tina. Kris clearly thought so too and beckoned to Marcel to join him on the sofa.Kris ran his hand over the skimpy fabric, feeling Marcel’s hard cock, which was protruding out of the waistband of his girlfriend’s. “Um, what does Chrissy want?”“Chrissy isn’t the boss.” Her tone was just a little bit snippy. “Todd and Bill will be there, too.”This started to sound better: maybe the dreaded Girls’ Night Out could become a Couples’ night?“With pleasure, my dear.” The little voice in my head kept asking “Wait a minute, what’s going on here?” I looked at my beautiful wife, kissed her lightly, and told the voice to sit down and shut up.We had no sooner arrived than Lena joined Chrissy and Anna in the dining. It started off as acasual thing, and soon developed into an obsession. I would lay therein my bed, writhing as the tights constantly squeezed and pulled at myraging erection, only teasing it even more. The entire night, I wouldlay there in constant sexual torture imagining that some beautifulwoman had put me in these tights, that she kept me from taking themoff. I would dream of this buxom beauty that would slowly seduce hercontrol into my life and give me nothing but blissful torture instead.I. It was prime oceanfront property just crying for housing and millionaires.Before it was a Naval Air Station ... it was a Naval Base and before that it was a Naval Yard with all the bells and whistles that go with it ... including a drydock, a floating drydock and a Graving dock.The new boat was large enough to be lifted by sling and placed on the hard but the crane to do the lifting wasn't ... large enough.Lance Corporal Jones next job was to push the junk and garbage of fifty years of disuse.