It is now almost 12 years since my divorce, after which I threw out all my male underwear and socks.I have worn panties and pantyhose or stockings alm...st 24/ 7 ever since.In fact it is hard to imagine what my legs feel like without the sensation of being encased in sheer nylon,The longest I am ever not in pantyhose or stockings is for 2 hours every 6 weeks when I get a full leg and body wax and 15 minutes each day when i take my shower. I change in to fresh hosiery every morning after I wake up. It's that simple." He looked at me and sighed. Not in a sexual way, but in a sort of sad way. Perhaps there was a little relief in there also. "Someone else?" I asked, afraid if what I was hearing was actually the truth, yet some deep part in my gut told me it was. He nodded before speaking again. "I can't really go into any detail without being punished. I mean, that's what's happening to you." "Me?" I prodded my own chest with a finger. He nodded only once. "That's right. You. So, if you. Holding her pants with one hand, she used the other hand to spread her inner labia. Looking between her legs to guide her first squirt, she saw the other girl standing behind her. She had lifted her skirt, now pulling down black lace thongs still partially covering her crotch."With the dry soil it must have been quite a muddy mixture around your feet... I hope your panties stayed clean?" Clarissa smiled, interrupting her friend's musings.A sharp jet of hot piss shot from between Amanda's lips,. “Thwack!” “Thwack!” “Thwack!” “Thwack!” “Thwack!” “Thwack!”Margaret wasted no time in rapping out the final strokes and waited for a moment before replacing the cane on the coffee table. She smiled as she listened to her husband’s sobs and snivels and his heavy breathing. She bent down and ran her hands over his red and sore bottom. It had a series of neat cane marks across both buttocks and on the tops of his thighs. She debated whether to soothe him and soon found herself heading to the.