’ As I said this, I was pulling off her tee-shirt. Before I touched her, I leaned close and gave her a light kiss on the lips. Then I gently stroked...her breasts and felt her body relax – or perhaps I should say that her tension shifted from the wrong places to the right places. After a few more slow, easy kisses, I let my hand slide down her belly to her panties. Her legs were spreading even before I got there. The moment I slipped my hand under the elastic band I began a trail of kisses down. She thought it would be fun. But how would it fit. She could only guess that Daddy's prick would get even bigger when it was hard. When he got a boner. How would it fit into her mouth. Because that was what she was having a fantasy about now lying in her bedroom with Daddy in the kitchen making a drink before Mom came home. How would it fit.And how would it taste. When it was fresh from the shower. All clean and ready and hard. Or dirty and smelly after working in the shop. Her mouth watered. So, I made a sort of non-committal, "Oh, really?" comment!"No problem though," she added, "because Kayser do a wide range ofsizes and leg lengths in their fully-fashioned stockings. According tomy chart, you take a "Size 9 Short", Dave, and we have plenty of thosein stock. Now, ladies," she asked her assistants, "what shade stockingsshall we pick for Dave?"They seemed to think a "Dark Honey Tan" would be ideal, and so out camea pair to go with the Small size girdle which Dianne had got out.. Suddenly he felt something cold on his assholeand he jumped in surprise. The man's fingers started rubbing the lube and finger fuckingthe younger man, slowly, working the asshole. It felt good, but intensely personal.He surrendered himself to the feeling that this man had total control over his body.He felt knees pressing into the bed on either side of his hips and then the bedsinking with the man's full weight. He felt the sensation of the older man's cockas it slid past the younger man's ass.