When the smoke cleared there were three containers of nylons on the counter. "I know how much you love the feel of nylons against skin. I've given you...three magical choices. The one on the left is a Rinestone studded patten on sheer hose style 7000, the one on the right is a patten pantyhose style 7219 and the middle is net patten hose."Chris couldn't believe his ears. It took a moment for it to realize that he was acutally being sold a pair of nylons openly. Having worn fishnet before for a. “We were having breakfast on Christmas morning, and we heard the news about the destruction in Darwin. Then all of us – grandparents, cousins and so on – we had just sat down for the big lunch, and my father had a phone call from the Director-General of the PMG’s department, wanting him to head up there to manage the recovery of the communications system. He spent the next six weeks or so up there, living out of a tent, getting the emergency phone system operational.”“Well, there’s going to be. ”Marie felt weak at the knees when she heard what Tom had suggested, but she also felt excited at the thought of yet more sex outdoors. The pair walked to the checkout counter, where Tom paid for the vegetables that Marie had selected. Then they walked outside.Casually, they walked to the back of the supermarket where trucks unloaded the daily supplies and where the large rubbish containers were located. Marie was afraid that someone would challenge them and ask what they were doing, but it was. My cock screamed for release, and she knew it. She slowed her thrusts into me just a little to make it ache that much more for release. In a heavy breathing voice she said "Stroke it. Stroke it for me! Cum in your hand so I can watch my cocksucker eat his prize!" As soon as I grabbed my cock, it exploded into a big cummy mess into my left hand. Some spilled over and onto the floor, and Tara started to shake, almost convulse. She shoved me so hard I hit the floor with a thud, and the emptiness.