Like this.” She showed us. I was in awe and was starting to get hard. “Sometimes I’ll use three fingers. I move the fingers in and out, and I ru...b my crotch. That gets things lubricated and I start getting turned on.” Jack was only semi-hard, but I was like a rock. From Jay’s labored breathing it was pretty evident he was also. “Now, as I get aroused my clitoris begins to grow. It’s sort of like your penis; it’s made of erectile tissue. The blood flow into my clit increases and it gets bigger.. It was around 20:00 in the evening. I parked the car and walked into Karen's apartment.“Victoria, is that you?”I kicked my heels off and pulled of my jacket. I was so tired.“Yeah. it’s me!”I walked into the living room and saw her in the sofa. I threw myself on the sofa and laydown, with my head on Karen's black opaque pantyhose thigh.“I was worried! I tried calling you, but you did not answer it!”I was gliding my hand over her nice pantyhose legs. Karen’s legs were just heavenly.. She had always wondered what happened to him. It was as if he had vanished. Now as she sat in a pew of the small church near the Vatican walls, she thought back almost 20 years. Rita was a typical American young lady –if there is such a thing for any young woman in 1930. The Depression had hit her family, but since her Father was an American Deputy Ambassador from the US Congress to the Italian government, and they were based in Rome, Italy, she was far less affected than her friends at home. . I was finally getting to do all kinds of stuff to her as she fantasized over Kip and her panties. Who was I to put an end to… I didn’t want to fuck up what I finally been dreaming of! So I told my sexy little wife to go have some fun as I do not see this obsession hurting anyone.The following day Stacy decided to leave a note for her new found panty admirer, she wrote " Dear Kip, I thank you for taking the time to admire my sexy little satin panties and if you want to borrow them you may, I.