I then grabbed his headboard, and stuck my head in between the bars, as if I was sticking my head out of a jail cell. I could see what he was going to...do to me. I could only hear him"oooing" and "ahhing". I also heard him squirting some more lube onto his hand and rubbing it on his condom. I could feel my asshole start to tense up in anticipation, even more so than my pussy was earlier. I was bracing for impact, until I suddenly felt a slippery little thing around my asshole. It turned out that. A few weeks ago I saw her coming my way. As usual she was in exercise tights. These were especially nice because they had cutouts in the thighs and lower leg. The material in this area was basically like pantyhose material. I love those kind of tights. We made small talk for a bit, then she looks at me and says “you’re wife told me about your pantyhose fetish”. I got a little nervous. “I wouldn’t call it a fetish, I just like the look” I told her. “Do you like how my tights look” she said as. She thought he meant that if she could prove that she was taken in by Liam and her brothers, he would take her in his arms and everything would be fine again, but he merely wanted her to be clear what really happened, and to prove conclusively his innocence to her.She had never felt so rejected, and by the man she knew she loved as no other. She felt the full weight of her guilt at the way she had treated him. How could she win him back? Did she deserve to try? She despaired, feeling powerless. They were looking down, watching her hand stroking his stiff dick, both of them breathing hard. Dale leaned forward, pressed his forehead against the top of her head, grunted.“Shoot it,” she whispered. Dale began to pump out his load onto her bare thigh. She slowed her strokes, squeezing him gently. Watching the thick jizz spurting from his cock. He looked down. His streams of white cum seemed almost to glow against the deep brown of her skin.So that was the start of that.*The morning after the.