Fucking day and night. Margie in herstockings, in bed or out. Her stockinged legs spread for me and mybig, fat cock.Margie knew her stockinged legs ...drove me wild and throughout our briefmarriage, she used that power to get me to agree to anything shewanted. Which was a very fair deal as far as I was concerned.I would have given Margie the solar system as long as she satisfied mylifelong ache for stockinged sex.We returned from our honeymoon, then settled in for the rest of ourlives. Rented. She had pulled up the sleeves of the jumper till her elbow.She wore a Gucci gold and pink watch on her right wrist. Her face was so angelic. She had put on light makeup and pink lip gloss with light kohl and mascara. I knew that she was wearing her spaghetti inside the jumper to hide her beautiful huge boobs. And as usual, it did not do its job completely.She deliberately started walking in a way that she swayed her beautiful bum. Man! I was getting hard. She walked to the kitchen door. Turned. ”After going home to change into clothes suitable for a night out, and for once not packing night clothes to stay over with Grandma, Molly hugged her mother and returned. Grandma poured them each a glass of wine and they visited until her “date” arrived. He also hugged Grandma as well as his ‘girlfriend’ for the night as they departed for a nice restaurant.During the dinner where they talked about family, Molly asked, “I see you’ve taken off your wedding ring.”Marty smiled and said he’d been. She felt as if she were in a dream as his fingers lightly alighted on her panties. At first her legs were tightly clenched together. The man continued to engage her in animated conversation as if his wandering hand did not belong to him. Elizabeth lost track of the conversation. She simply nodded and smiled at the man’s remarks. All she could think of was the fingers that had started to gently feel between her legs. Elizabeth opened her legs. The man continued his gentle conversation as if.