In my thoughts, Matthew reached his hand around her waist and placed his hand on her pantiless crotch. While kissing the back of her neck he began to ...inger her pussy. I did just the same to myself, imagining that they were his fingers penetrating me. He pressed himself into her, so she could feel his erection against her skin. His other hand reached into her dress and began pinching her nipples slowly, just as I had been doing to my own. He then grabbed the hem of her dress and lifted it over. I had to host a k** from Denmark for a month and then he had to host me the next summer. It was very fun, especially since the mom worked for the Danish airline and she wore pantyhose literally all the time. Even on her days off she would wear a skirt, blouse, pantyhose and penny loafers. She was ok to look at also, but not great. Anyway, I had no idea the extent of her hose usage until she washed her pantyhose one day. They had radiant heat so she would lay her pantyhose on the radiators. Not knowing what else to do, I pretended to be this little boy, surprised that I felt so energetic and full of life. It was like I was a little hyper or something. I waited the day out, finding out that, yes, it was the same Saturday over again. That evening, I was put to bed early, but suddenly woke up again, by the lightning hitting. I don't know how it kept hitting me when I was in doors or kept following me, only that it did. Waking up, I found that I was a very weak, and very tired. I felt. Her lips were soft and gentle. She moved her mouth back to my shaft and took it all in. She had pursed her lips and while her lips felt soft on my rod, she tightened her lips around it. It felt amazing, and she moaned and groaned around my cock and I was so lost in the feeling that I barely noticed when she stopped and got up. She straddled me on the couch, lifting her skirt up and guiding mythrobbing head into her pussy. She started to grind back and forth for a little while and then she.