She turned and said, “where do you think your going?” “To the living room,” I said. “No, no, no. You’re coming on here with me.” What wa...s I going to say? I sure as hell couldn’t say no to that little honey. I then turned around and proceeded to follow her to her bedroom. Her parents’ room is right across the hall from hers and the door was open. That didn’t bother me because they sleep like the dead. She walked into her room and turned on a little lamp. I shut the door behind me. As I walked in. I left the Men’s Room and began shopping again. The entire time the pantyhose were in the back of my mind and my thoughts raced with fantasies of hot men stroking their cocks with my pantyhose. After two hours I could no longer stand the sexual tension and headed back to the Men’s Room.As I went in one man came out. Surprisingly, no one else was in the room. I headed to the stall and looked on the back of the door. The pantyhose were not there. “Oh, someone took them, someone wanted them” I. It made itall so much less painful, though itseemed to anger him to no endhim even making me wipe myselfoff before hand, there was nostopping the flood now that ithad been started.What it did however do pastmaking life a bit easier, wasinform me that it was a sexualthing. It coming from there, itaiding in my fathers ****s, and Iguess to a great degree I alsorealized in how when I thoughtof Buck licking me, how it wouldsimply flood out of me often to apoint I was dripping Buck alsoseeming. She cupped my testicles to progress further and steadily went to the lingam. Steady up and down motions and cupping the testicles simultaneously triggered my moans to increase further.She held my lingam between her both palms, rubbed the hard lingam steadily pulling down the skin of it. The most sensitive spot of lingam was exposed. With the tip of her finger, she circled the spot which sent shivers in my body.Smitha looked into my eyes, gripped my palms with hers, got her mouth down and.