“Oh that’s too bad. Cause they’re going to fuck you slut”. He replied while massaging her tit. Even though I was feeling up her panties I was ...left a little shocked by the last statement. I looked at George and he said to me “remember the sluts from last night? Here’s an English white whore to make up for it”. That trigger snapped in my head again. The memory of humiliation. Suddenly I wanted revenge on those white girls and here was my chance. “As he said” I told Rhianna “we’re going to fuck. I haven't put on any socks and it is obvious from the silky sheen that I am wearing something sheer. I have, as we agreed, put on a pair of my favourite sheer to the waist tan pantyhose. You had told me that you and Jill had never played with another man dressed in sexy undies. I ask if you would like to see, and when you say yes, I stand up and remove my shoes, trousers and tshirt. I am now standing there in my sheer pantyhose with a pair of my wife's sheer panties over the top. My cock is. There must certainly have been a lot of neighbours who heard the altercation, but the long and the short of it was that Janet packed her clothes, slammed the door to and went back to her folks up north, and he could go and drown himself for all she cared. Idiot! David called Dr Jamison and asked him if he knew a nurse he could recommend to look after his father. ‘Janet upped and went?’ the doctor asked. ‘Can’t say it surprises me much.’ He went through some of his files and told David that. She swallowed. Then she shrugged, giggled and called his name. There was no answer. She looked around and did not see him."Naughty boy!" she exclaimed, picking up the stockings. The slippery nylon slid through her fingers.To be certain she looked around for maybe a nice negligee on a hanger — a pretty teddy, maybe? Or even a baby doll? There was nothing but the whorish thigh highs and the porn heels. Should she find a black thong and bra from her own wardrobe? And maybe the short sexy negligee.