She sat next to him and he kissed her hard. He could taste himself on her tongue as she probed his mouth, and for the first time, he was able to touch...her nylon-clad legs. The experience was electric in nature. These were the sheerest nylons he’d ever felt, and he’d felt a lot of them. After learning of his love for them, his wife had accumulated quite a collection of stockings, garter belts and sheer-to-waist pantyhose. ‘Yeah, Rick, I know all about what you like your women to wear…. ‘ . Do you mind if I come in and talk to you?" Grace poked her head into his room looking for him. She quickly found him laying up against his desk in the far corner of the bedroom. She gulped and took a step in sliding along the wall to help her stand up start and not fall over. Matty looked up at grimaced, "What are you doing here?" He asked her his voice not the sweet loving voice she had gotten to know so well. It was a mad pissed off voice that only drunks used. "Matty, I don't really know. I pushed her on the bed and we started kissing each other as much as possible. And then we realized that kissing is not the only thing that can be done here.I started removing her cloths one by one, she did not even resist once. That was a clear signal that she wanted that too, so I kept removing her cloths. And I removed her cloths just like the old times. Removed it an inch and then kissed on the art of the body, whose cloth was removed. I removed her top first and then started kissing her. Resigned to my fate for the moment I start to suck and lick at the head. A bit of precum is starting to leak out, and to my surprise it tastes wonderful. Frank is starting to moan loudly, his dick going farther and farther into my mouth. I'm having trouble breathing. Trying to push away to catch my breath does nothing but spur him on. He continues fucking my face before finally sliding all the way in and down my throat. He moans once more in pleasure as his cum squirts down my throat.He slowly.