Another tickle across your lips most feminine, skipping around your sensitive, growing nub.Your breathing quickens as you try to focus on just one fan...asy... yet so many are flooding through. Momentarily savouring the sweet taste of wetness on your fingers, a tiny moan escapes, breaking the rhythm of the music. You didn't even realize you were playing in synch until it quickly broke... No worries, a good rhythm is so easy to catch when you're in this mood.Your eyes flutter as you find your. It always felt that way after so many days, a mixture of knowing the other one with the uneasiness of not being sure were to start. It was momentarily but painfully there. Brad moved closer, with his face closer to hers now, and with a movement that felt more like a tease, he got closer, just touching. She picked on the cue and slowly they moved to kissing. It always happened that way, the uneasiness and then the passion. She liked his kisses, they felt strong and knowing. Their. .. my utter weakness... nylons.Pantyhose, stockings, thigh highs, tights all had my cock instantly hard and ready for action.And although I liked all colours, mocha or coffee, a dark brown, was my favourite.I answered, trying to look into her eyes and avoid looking like the creepy colleague I was, "S-sure." You okay?" she asked, as she slipped her left foot out of her heel to reveal alternating red and green seasonal painted toenails... my cock flinching in my pants.Although nylons were my. "I'm afraid you won't be dying anytime soon. You'll live for eons, just like me. It's the least I could do for the woman who made this all possible."Ann's clothing disappeared and she idly, traced her body with the tip of the letter opener. She caught Helen staring. "You like," Ann asked turning around.'No, I don't like,' Helen tried to say, but couldn't. If the woman was the God here, the least she could do was do something about her appearance. Who would want to be fifty, with graying hair,.