. but the truth. And again, please don't tell anybody.I mean, she regularly wore pantyhose or thigh highs, the lace tops which I admired on most days ...hen she was home, since her skirts were quite short. I always knew when her period was, because she wore jeans (which made no sense to me except that she obviously didn't feel sexy during that 'god awful punishment God cursed on women' as she called it).Between her and my mother, a nurse, I grew up with nylons everywhere, and that was a good. The animals that they tracked and caught were all released unhurt and only a little shaken.Chasing down that stag had been the highlight, as the three wolves came from three directions to streamline, into one dart like creature.Greg dropped back a little to let his daughters make the contact, and he was immensely proud, when Iris also dropped back a little, allowing little Laurie to give one last lurch and leap, as she tapped her paw on the stags large flank.The stag kicked out in panic, but. I said, ' lets have a nice kiss out of the way Jamile, shall we love?' 'O yes Miss, O yes' he said.We went about 50 meters in and found a nice spot in a deep doorway, it was a bit stinky, been used as a urinal I guess!!! I pulled him in as far as the door at the end and pulled him to me, me against the door then pulled down his big head to kiss him firmly on the lips as I did. He was a great kisser those huge lips covering mine as he did. My hand went straight down onto still hard shaft. The. She hated condoms, but was on the pill and I knew she’d let him empty his next big load deep inside her, which he duly did some twenty minutes later, after some vigorous shafting at her in doggy style.What then amazed me, after they chatted, smooched and watched some TV, was that she urged him to screw her arse. She was on her knees, her head buried in the bed clothes and both hands stretching her butt wide as she pulsed her sphincter muscle, making the inner pink membranes curl outwards,.