A true lace is created when a thread is looped, twisted or braided to other threads independently from a backing fabric.It also makes you feel fucking...sexy...The lace on my soft skin is like a confidence boost. It looks and feels sexy. I feel like a seductress about to pounce on her willing prey. I look in the mirror and I can see my skin through the lace. It shows so much, but still leaves some for the imagination. I turn and look at my ass. I can see that the bottom of my ass cheeks peek out. Of course, that was a number of years ago, when we were first married. Her brother was a hair dresser to the stars and was able to get her in on a few shoots. She enjoyed the experience, but decided to go on to college and use her brain instead.This is the women that I am married to. I will often sit and watch as she works around the house or outside. I am hoping to catch a glimpse of even the slightest bit of skin. I am still awestruck at the fact that I am married to her, even after all these. Darius had never seen anything so erotic or beautiful. When Magnus opened his coffee brown eyes and glanced down at Darius is was as if they could hear each others thoughts. Magnus pulled him back up and rolled them over so Darius was once again beneath him. This time Darius was nothing but thrilled. Magnus reached for something on the small table beside them. As Darius felt a cold jelly-like substance spread over his hole, he understood what it was. Sorry its a bit cold. Magnus murmured. I. ‘You all right?’ ‘Just overwhelmed.’ She let loose with a nervous laugh. ‘It’s not every day that the object of your desire shows up on your doorstep.’ For some odd reason, hearing those words from her made him blush. The underlying hint of her sexuality brought a response from his cock as well and he tried to make himself more comfortable without letting her see that his jeans were now too tight. ‘I’m flattered.’ She seemed to ignore his words, sliding off the chair and walking over the baby.