You're naked and vulnerable and you love it. I gently run my nails up and down your thighs, while people walk up and down the street outside, it's too...dark for them to see in but it's still a turn on to think they maybe could. My tongue is still trailing over your torso, getting closer to your cock, but every time you think I'm gona take it in my mouth, I pull back up until you're trembling in anticipation. I get up walk behind you, untie your hands, yank you to your feet then push you over. Mmmppphhhh, I try to protest but the sound is muffled my his tongue in my mouth. I gasp in surprise as his hand finds my right breast and presses it against my chest! Ken is touching my breast! It feels very good! I hesitate about a minute and think about what is happening as Ken fondles me. I want him to continue, but I know that I cant allow it. It is wrong! I use my free hand and move his hand off my breast. I wonder if I should tell his mother. Penny, you know you like it, his voice is. .. mostly the very sheer and shiny styles...with no panties. Sometimes, when I was feeling extra daring, I even wore my specially modified pantyhose...the ones that I have cut out the crotch panel from. I usually wore those at night.Here is what happened one day when I went out late in the afternoon to run some errands while wearing a short skirt and shiny, suntan pantyhose. I was wearing my Wolford Satin Touch sheer to the waist suntan pantyhose, with no panties of course. I had completely. I imagined Brian in the cool water up to his hips and I saw myself in a slinky bathing costume lying there propped on my elbows looking down the length of my body at him out there staring back at me.I had a lewd smile on my lips as I moved my legs lasciviously, enjoying the thought that he was cooling his arousal in the gently flowing gray stream. And then I snapped to. What in God’s name made me place myself in that perverse, imaginary diorama? But he wasn’t a boy but a young man, a soldier.