I'd carried on shopping at school, managing to find bits and pieces unattended. Mainly spare pairs of tights, the odd blouse, and in one case, a pair ...f worn knickers which I treasured for a very long time; they were cute, plain black with a lace trimaround the waist and legs. I loved slipping into them, wondering who they belonged to. I once got brave enough to put them on under my trousers and wander around in my lunch break and no one knew my secret. Well, apart from two people; my best. Doris seemed to be looking past him, unable to move, as his hand moved slowly along her thigh, up under the dress, rucking it higher as he did so."Oh, you honey," he suddenly exclaimed. "Stockings! Oh I love to feel bare flesh like that!" Doris gasped and her face screwed up. "Stop it, please," she whimpered. "Please don't do that."The touch of her bare thigh flesh above her stocking tops seemed to spur Victor into more aggressive action. "Let me see," he grunted, pulling the dress up higher,. Shitt, yesss, your sucking becomes biting. Damn, baby. Omigosh, you are all over my spot. I grab your neck tighter as I lift a leg on the side of the bathtub. You realize how aroused I’m getting and speed up your flow on my clit. I’m moaning loudly as you begin to rub my nipple between your thumb and index finger, almost pinching me. You know how much I love the pain, because it soon becomes pleasure. I’m in so much pleasure I begin squirting my juices against the shower wall. Still. She and I spent hours playing in each other’s asses, but this story isn’t about Krista. This story is about Rhonda.Rhonda and I had been acquaintances for a few years and had been on a few dates, but nothing romantic ever came of it. She was lonely one Christmas and contacted me and our friendship started getting a little more sexual. She would drink a lot and send sexy selfies and tell me about what turned her on. She made it very clear, very early on that she loved having her ass.