I mean, she regularly wore pantyhose or thigh highs, the lace tops which I admired on most days when she was home, since her skirts were quite short. ... 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 thing. They were easily my number one fetish, although I. "Because we'll be inspecting an unfinished skysc****r," he said, "walking over loose boards, riding in an open elevator hundreds of feet above the sidewalks. And I don't want anything happening to this cute little ass of yours."She had balked, naturally, but when she saw the splendor of the room and had enjoyed his violent fucking, she'd agreed. Now she wished she hadn't. At least she could have looked at him, perhaps stolen a couple of seconds to touch his hard, lean body -- even run her. “Play with that clitty,” he ordered.Asha stroked her longish pussy stick to an erection. “I’m gonna cum,” she whined.“Yeah, sexy! Shoot that load!”Asha erupted. Her nut was clear and oozed.The contractions of her anus sent Artur over the edge. He pulled out and shot a sizable wad - some of which made it to her chin and luscious boobs.Tyrus and Siya were going at it as well. The large and in charge transsexual rode him as he was splayed out on the bed.“Jump on that dick, gurl! Get it!”“Yeah,. .. that which is now lost or hidden, and has been forbidden. There shall be a feast and our eyes shall be opened."I almost think I remember that Abigail shared the forbidden feast with us together, seated in that dimly lit cave with the ancient dark race and their new, docile and compliant brides. There she willingly accepted the dreadful gift of the ghouls, that perfect knowledge of the 'Now', knowing every unspeakable secret of the present and the recent past. This frightened me and I tried.