But while I was in the bathroom, I could not take my eyes off of Mrs. Adkins' stockings that were hanging near the shower area. Mrs. Adkins went back ...own stairs and I finished the small task and was cleaning up. I closed the bathroom door and began to feel the silkiness of Mrs. Adkins' stockings. They were so soft and smooth. I just had to try them on. I was an avid crossdresser and stockings were my weakness. I took off my pants and sat on the small bench by the vanity mirror and slid on the. Then I started sliding back out. It felt like my cock had never been so hard and sliding it out of him took forever. Pausing, I kept the tip in, just the tip. Aiden was begging me to fuck him but I needed the break. I decided to give him five long, deep thrusts. One, two, three, four and on five I let the tip of my cock get squeezed out of his arse.More, more, was all that Aiden could say, don't worry I was going to give him more but I turned him over and directed him to sit on the couch. . She reached the door to Stephen’s cabin and went inside.Actually, to call Stephen Cameron’s bed- and living room on the ?Foam Dancer? a cabin was almost a joke. It was more like a penthouse suite with a lot more space than one would expect on a ship, even a luxury liner like the ?Foam Dancer?. There was a wide, circle-shaped couch on one side of the suite and a very large round bed on the other. Still there was plenty of room for a gigantic TV-set and a large bar complete with a counter and bar. "Cover your eyes," Walt instructed her, when she reached the doorway. Hetook her by the elbow and led her into his inner sanctum. She shuffledforward carefully a few steps before Walt gave her the okay to take herhands away.Marcia had no idea where she was supposed to rest her eyes. The workroomwas the usual chaos of parts and tools. Slowly it dawned on Marcia whatWalt had brought her to see, and only because he'd led her to stand rightin front of it. Even then, it took a moment or two for her.