One thing I love as much as wearing nylon is seeing other guys and ‘girls’ in them. I love to feel the weight of a man in tights on me, nylon cock...on nylon cock. Nothing beats that feeling. Nothing comes close. I love grinding and being rubbed so hard that my eyes look insane as I’m trying to process the pleasure. I love being pissed with lust, knowing that it’s the weight of another man on me, or under me. I love the way heels lift my ass, or the way a tight skirt presses my knees together or. She raised and parted her legs, and I could see she was still wearing her red high-heels. Her inverted face was now no further than three feet from me. She tilted her head back and looked up at me."He's gonna fuck me, honey!" she told me huskily, following up with what appeared to be an involuntary giggle, as though she couldn't help it. Her nipples stood proudly erect, like little flagpoles.The faceless man moved unhurriedly between her parted thighs, his countenance still clad in shadow. He. Obviously, Duncan had decided to admire the view as well, and he was thoroughly enjoying his fly on the wall view of the proceedings.I followed Duncan to the sofa that faced the bottom of the bed, and from here we could see straight up between Teri's legs and watch as Steve's big round balls slapped against her arse cheeks, in a steady rhythm that reminded me of maracas for some reason. When we got there Duncan dropped his jeans and pants off and sat back down to spread himself across both. Her warm, sucking mouth was evoking feelings of pleasure I had never thought possible. It was obvious Anna didn’t have much experience sucking cock, and she was choking and coughing a few times when I went too deep, but her enthusiasm made more than up for that. I had been sporting an erection almost continuously since she first kissed me, several hours ago, and after feeling Anna’s lips around my cock for only a minute or two, I knew I was about to explode in her mouth. “I’m cumming, sis!” I.