“Not really your sister…” my brain told me. “Hmmm…”, I thought. “I’ll have to think on that.” The hanging out talking escalated int... me going into her bedroom after I took a shower and sitting on her bed chatting with her in nothing but my towel. We talked about girls who liked me at school and what I had done with girls so far. I talked with her about kisses I had stolen at school, and wanting to pull up a shirt of a girl I had made out with and get to feel her tits, but we had been. They draw the eye looking at theleg upward and, as the eye can see, they ever so slightly squeeze thethigh and frame the nakedness of the loins as if an invitation for theviewer. Sure, tights can be just sheer, just as patterned, or coloured,but they cover everything and it is the parts that stockings leaveuncovered that draw the eye: and the sexual focus.I had, like most men, never worn stockings, never even thought aboutwearing them, until Lisa presented me with a fresh pair still in. I step back away and walk to the front of the bench, “Lick my cock and balls clean, get your nasty juice off me.”She licks me, leaving my cock wet but clean, then I tuck myself back into my jeans. Grabbing her by the hair again I pull her head until her eyes hit my stare, “ You were a great little slut, and I know your pussy needs to cum, but I think you need to be punished for the mistakes you made today, and don't deserve to cum, don't you agree?”She nods her head and drops her eyes, “So I. "Your beautiful," I said, looking across the table at her, and I smiled as she looked up at me."Your so sweet, Tomas," she said, also smiling; and she reached across the table and put her hand on top of mine. Feeling her warm hand touching mine made my cock start to stir behind my zipper. "I love you so much," I replied, still feeling the butterflies, as well as my cock as it responded in it's own way towards her."I'm the luckiest woman in the world," Mara said."Then I'm the luckiest man in the.