Do NOT read this if you are offended by fantasies involvingsexually explicit material.A walk on the wild(ish) side...By Bethany JacquesThe breeze blow... gentlyCool across my nylonned thighsI step out of the doorAcross the threshold of my houseFor the very first timeShaking as the realisation hits meI can't be doing thisPeople like me, 'decent' people, middle-aged people, professional people, menDon't do this.But I am doing itI am determinedI have thought long and hardDebated with. Without knocking, I entered Amit’s room. I was shocked to see him in a way I have never thought to see him.He was laid in his bed without his clothes and in his hand, there was a black panty – a sexy one. And the worst was, he was moaning “Oh yeah mom.. I love you mom..”I was speechless. Within a few seconds, Amit discovered my presence and he was in shock. He quickly covered himself and threw away the panty.Me – I am sorry, I should have knocked before entering.Amit – It’s ok. I am the one who. And she waswearing pantyhose. I have a fetish for pantyhose something fierce. Itslike a female has gift wrapped her legs and ass for me. I can't keep myeyes a woman's legs when they're veiled in soft nylon. Since my wife'swork doesn't put her in touch with the public (home typist) she'sseldom out of jeans and a baggy sweatshirt. So I concentrated on Terry.As with any good sales person, she was pressing the flesh, talking up astorm, and she was just as nice as could be. She led us all over. He eased off until her heals relaxed the pressure on his shoulders, then drove in hard again. In seconds, she was spraying her sweet nectar for him again. After a bit, he was getting ready to back off and do it again, but she suddenly pushed him away and dove after him. She tore at his clothes and had him naked in seconds. She reached for his hard cock and pulled it to her pussy. He plunged in, and the heat and the tightness sent lightning bolts of pleasure crackling up and down his spine. She.