I walked only 15 feet from the car and something billowed on a pile of metal and wood. I watched intently as the breeze moved it again. Yes! My hunch ...as right. It was nylon. I made a dash for it. When I reached the location I found a single nylon stocking. I picked it up and looked at it. It was flawless and appeared to have never been worn. I began wondering if there could be more. I looked around and saw another one only a few feet from the first stocking. I picked it up and shoved it and. Over the next few days after the blow job incident, every time we were out of earshot of other people, he would make subtle remarks and hints about how much fun he had. I let him know that fun was had on both sides. I knew he was trying to figure out when I was going to fellate him again without actually asking. He was hoping that the constant reminders of the fun we had would spur me on to do it again or at least confirm that I would and when. Two weeks later we were hanging out after school. The striptease had brought out the playful, teasing side in my kitten and instead of seeing how quickly she could make me cum she slowly worked her mouth and tongue over my cock. Occasionally taking it out and running her lips up one side or the other and planting small half kisses on it, I watched as her bright brown eyes happily watched my cock twitch under her ministrations and could feel the love and contentness that came from her as she sat there sucking me off.But I had been hard for the. I had wondered why these people spoke English; now I knew that they didn't and I was very much a stranger in a foreign land. No wonder that they assumed that I was from this world, though they probably regarded my accent as alien and exotic, just as they seemed to have accents to me.I reviewed all of what I had learned about this unknown world, and realized that I still knew very little. There was something medieval about this place, in that there were barons, lords, "primitive" tribesmen,.