" Do whatever you want to me but please leave my sister alone." the older one shouted. "What do you mean ?" I asked" I mean please don't rape my siste...r!" She replied."Why would i do that" I said as i chuckled."The man on the ground that got eaten wanted to rape us!" She exclaimed."Why would he do that, you two are like one of the past survivors left!"I said"He said we were hot chicks and wanted to have sex with us but we didn't want to so he tied us up" she said still having tears dripping. So I like what I like. I also like sheer toe hosiery. Once again, product of my times. The outfit of the days was nude pantyhose and those shoes called Candies, so the girls didn't wear reinforced toes, nor did the teachers; the good looking ones anyways. You did have the old ladies that wore their reinforced toes proudly, but I didn't like those.So I was a good looking, popular, jocky k**. But with a major pantyhose fetish that I felt I had to hide. That led to some crazy times when I. That's why she peed, brushed her teeth, gargled with Scope, and swabbed her pussy every night when she would inevitably be awoken by that darn ZZrzzzzz sound in her ear.Freshened, she returned to bed and had some more of the hot cocoa, now cold of course, that her dad gave her every night to help her sleep. It sort of worked in that she dropped off right away, even before she could finish the cup of chocolaty drink. She usually woke up three or four times in the night ... having to pee and all. Completely dressed, perspiring, supporting his weight. Also fully dressed, pants down, the hard cock entering the cunt, the big balls hitting the ass, I came like crazy during that short and intense fuck. But there was going to be more, of course there was. First we had dinner, I quickly prepared a dinner for the two of them. With wine to accompany, we talked and laughed while getting to know each other better. In the end we went to the couch with a bottle of champagne. We were dating for a.