When do you think you'll mail them?" Don't know. The timing has to be right." "What do you mean?" I can't just mail them to her with a note, 'I bought...you some panties, Nan. Hope you like them?' She'd wonder what I was up to." "To tell you the truth, I'm wondering what you're up to also? I sense there may be more to this than just buying underwear for your grandmother, isn't there? And I think I know what it is."Jack looked right at her, unable to speak. If he did he would blurt the truth out.. And she said yes. I thought of Bogart and Bergman, and I finally understood that a sigh is indeed but a sigh, as time goes by, and that there’s no better feeling. +++++ We walked on to Deb’s house, we walked hand in hand over the graceful little bridge that crosses the River Cam, then onto the lane where Rhea lived. Winds whipped treetops as we walked, thunder followed flashes in the sky, I felt rain drops every now and then as the amber glow of home reached out to us, as the door opened and. He couldn’t last very long, not with my jizz in his bunghole to remind him that I had just buggered him. I squeezed his cheeks and played with his bum to reinforce my ownership, not that he objected. In fact, the more that I caressed his prick and his balls, the closer that he came to his release, until he at last shuddered and spent himself in my hands. I chuckled at this new predicament and brought my hands to his mouth.“Lick your hands clean, good lad. When you are finished, pull up your. Fuck we’re going to be late!" I said. My husband said, “That’s NY for you on a Friday." Since we were completely stopped, I figured it would make for a perfect time to slip into my pantyhose. Still sitting sideways I carefully opened the package of pantyhose. I prefer seamless pantyhose. Wolford’s fatal 15s are my favorite. The shade I chose for this occasion was noir, that’s a black. I kicked off my sandals, slipped out of my mini skirt and sat naked on the fine leather seats from my waist.