They stopped in their tracks and took in the situation before them, looks of shock on their faces. “WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON HERE?” Phil shouted ...own at Sonia who was still locked in an embrace with Jay on the floor. “YOU’RE HAVING AN ORGY…IN MY HOUSE. HOW DARE YOU CHEAT ON ME. HOW DARE YOU. HOW DARE YOU, ESPECIALLY WHEN I HAVE MY WORK COLLEAGUES WITH ME!”Leaving Jay on the floor, Sonia stood up and faced Phil. She put her hands on her hips and addressed him. “Yes, I am having an orgy. It. As I put the pantyhose on I began to pop a boner and I loved it. Once I finished putting her pantyhose on I lay on my bed and rubbed my hands over my legs, ass and cock as I enjoyed the feel of the silky nylon. I slipped my jeans on and wore the pantyhose for the remainder of the day. That night I wore them to bed. That one time did it for me and I became pantyhose obsessed. I wore the stolen pantyhose day after day.Back then mom was four inches taller than me and weighed more than me so her. One evening I received a rather risque message, telling me he had had a dream about me and awoke with a raging erection, he had to relieve himself before getting up for work.There was something really sexually exciting in his words and I wrote back I felt the same way he did and could not wait for him to get back and when he did I would do the most unspeakable things to him.We soon became comfortable in our expressions of love, for each other, and then on the third night he sent me a dick. I shrugged, poured myself a cup of coffee and went to work.I started stopping more often at the bar and staying longer. Not going home until I thought the wife would be in bed and I wouldn’t have to talk to her.The more time I spent at the bar the more Ida and I talked. She managed to get out of me why I was spending more and more time at the bar and after hearing my tale she must have decided that she could trust me with her story. She wasn’t married. She was a divorced single mother trying to.