While sitting on the freeway I let my mind wander to last night, when Logan (my boyfriend) and I had made love. Just thinking about him made me horny,...and I could tell my panties were becoming wet. Logan is 6’0, kind of lanky, and cute in a nerdy kind of way. I’m 5’8, red hair, with a fairly large chest. I walked into my apartment to find Logan had come over and made dinner (I had called him earlier to tell him I’d be home late). After a dreadful day, I was finally starting to relax. Upon. When I looked at her face, I was even more surprised. This was no young girl in her early twenties but an older woman who was well into her thirties and maybe even her forties!She looked up at me slowly and said in a deep alto voice, "Hi. Are you having any luck with your fishing?" Just a couple of little ones so far." I replied."Perhaps you'd rather put your pole in here?" she inquired as she spread her legs open for me to see a tiny bit of cloth vanish between her pussy lips. It looked like. Ducati’s cock inside me, but knew that some of these toys would be stretching my tight ass sooner or later. I reach the changing room and inside is a bag with a note that reads, “My little slut, this will be an evening you will never forget.” I open the bag and notice three boxes inside. I open the first and I find a pair of nylon panties that are totally see through and have the ass cut out in the back. The second box I opened contained a garter belt and at this point I started to become. ”“Great,” Alex beamed, “after this, can you put in a word about me to God? There’s a movie coming up, and James Dean dropped out of the starring role. I think this is my chance, but theatrical politics is keeping a nobody like me from having a shot. If you could just-”God and I were getting our nails done in a beauty salon. God was rambling on about some ancient artifact called the Fetters of Zedekiah that would render her powerless in hell. Apparently, it had gone missing or something. I.