She made a bathroom run, came out and went to them, bending over a chair. Still wearing a PJ style top only, Rick slid into her, made 5 strokes and em...tied his cum into her. Erik was quick to replace him. He thrust deep and just held her. In 2 minutes, he uploaded his thick, early morning cum inside her. Glenda remained bent forward, giggled, and Rick hunched into her again. He took 10 slow strokes and blasted her again. Erik jerked him clear of her, slid into the cum running out of her, made 6. It felt incredible. I had worn tights before, but being there in Carole's bedroom, wearing Carole's dirty tights, with my cock harder than it had ever been before as I touched myself through the gusset... I noticed my precum starting to leak through the nylon, which was stretched tight over my swollen bellend. I walked over to Carole's bedroom mirror and looked at myself, stark naked apart from these dirty tan tights. I rubbed my hands up and down my legs, loving the feel of the smooth fabric.. We chatted briefly before she headed off down a small track which I knew led to the old toilet block so I decided that as I could use a piss I would follow her, the sun shone through the thin fabric of her dress which made the short walk more enjoyable.As we reached the block she realised that I had followed her, “Hey mister, could you watch him?” she asked but I suggested tying him to a tree as I needed to go myself.“OK” she sighed and disappeared round the other side of the block, I walked. I had done similar outings withLindsey. My parents would drop us off at the mall, and we would bouncefrom store to store just being teenagers.I can't believe I kissed her. It was weird at first kissing myself. Butwhen she kissed back, I felt something come over me. A wave ofnostalgia. When we stopped kissing, a wave of regret hit me. Instead ofNicole sitting there, it was Lindsey. She was telling me it was over. Isighed at the memory. I hate having those memories resurface, but Ihave yet.