The threads moved easily through the air. I pulled the panty into place and looked my legs over front and back. I had a raging boner. I loved how the ...antyhose looked, especially with their shimmery nylon legs. I figured she must have worn them once, snagged them and considered them a loss. I went to my Mom’s bedroom and took a bottle of clear nail polish. In my room, I painted where the snags were in the pantyhose. The nail polish did it’s the job. The pantyhose did eventually run but not. . Uski gaand me kabhi uske pati ne lund nhi dia tha isliye uski gaand ki ched choti si hi thi ……..Lekin gaand bohot badi badi thi fir mai apne hatho me bohot sara thuk lia aur apni lund me lagaya aurb uski gaand me bhi lagaya aur firse uski gaand me laga kar ek jordar dakkha mara is time maine uski muh pe hath laga rakha tha take wo chillaye to awaz koi nhi sune jaise hi maine apna lund ka jordar dakha mara wo bpohot jorse chatpatane lagi aur mera lund adha andar chalegaya aur uski gaand se. She imagined Liam entering her from behind stretching her under-used woman parts. Oh, that pure face, that sexy body! She inserted two more fingers to feel the stretch. She rubbed her nipples that sent shivers on her spine. From the vent she heard both girls screaming. She joined in, fuck me, Liam, fuck me harder!She reached in her night table and took out her last resort. On days like this when the wildfire can’t be quenched by a rub down, she relied on the rubber souvenir from sin city. They both stepped into the elevator. "Thank you, what a gentleman," the woman said. It was then that I realized I was still ogling her tits, my mouth practically hanging open. They turned around to face the door and I prayed that I hadn't been caught. As they stepped out, a floor before my destination, she flashed me a knowing smile, and so help me, I blushed. After what seemed like an eternity, I finally arrived at the pool deck, found a lounging chair with a great view of the pool and all the.