My hand slid gently up and down your smooth, warm thigh, occasionally slipping under your sundress where my fingertips would brush the slowly dampenin...g fabric of your thong clinging wetly to your pussy lips.“Mmmm, that’s so nice,” you purred, as your hand sought out my stiffening cock through my shorts. We teased each other like this for mile-after-mile, both trying to maintain our composure, my hard cock straining against my boxers and shorts as your blue panties darkened the wetter they. I would rub her feet for an hour or so and by that time I would have such a woody I would go to my room and jerk off and most everytime I would use a pair of her nylons to do that with. I would always imagine what her nylon feet would feel like on my bare cock as I stroked.So this one friday night Lisa dropped mom off and she passed out on the couchlike always. I sat at the end of the couch in my pjs and began to rub her feet like I always do. I then brought her foot up to my face and I started. ” “You are the sexiest woman of them all.” You grab my cock harder and pull me toward the door. “Come on, I have to pee.” I grab your arm and pull you in, “take off your panties when you are in there and give them to me when you sit down.” You look at me with a bit of reluctance but you don’t put up much of a fight. When we get back in, Mike is at the bar ordering another round as we walk to our seats, “panties, now!” I tell you. As you’re in there I feel my phone vibrate, checking it I see a. .. Wait a minute, I think someone has already used that line. Darn, why can't I think of things like that first? But anyway, it really was the night before Christmas and the only difference between me and a little kid was about 45 years. I was restless, couldn't sleep, couldn't read, couldn't even watch the tube for more than a few minutes at a time. My wife was planning something special for Christmas, I could tell by the little hints and secret grins she gave me. She was fast asleep, it had.