My hands released her hips, one sliding up her side to her breast, which I started caressing and kneading, sometimes lightly pinching or pulling her h...ard nipple. The other hand slid around her front and found her clit, just above where my cock slowly pistoned in and out of her. She leaned back into my embrace, head against my shoulder, arms still pushing against the wall for support. She made constant quiet noises, lower as I pulled out, higher as I pushed in. Her hips bucked back against my. And empty. Empty in the pit of her stomach, in the core of her being. A vision of that bed unmade, tossed about by a torrid, passionate coupling — pillows flung around, mattress askew — assails her imagination. That is the way this could have ended, she laments. But just as quickly, she scolds herself, What is wrong with me? I am a woman of the 21st century. I am not chased down by a Neanderthal, looking to thrust into any available prize he can capture. She needs to sort this out. She needs to. Well, hell, so was I, and it didn’t look like I was going to get any relief until later that night in the bathroom. Meanwhile, my cock was stuck halfway down one of my pant legs and I was starting to suffer the mother of all blue balls. I moved away slightly and tried to adjust my position. Shelley noticed and grinned. “Things a little hard for you?” she teased.“Uh, yeah!”“Maybe you’d like a little help with that?”“Well, now that you mention it...”Shelley smiled a very adult smile at me. She. What I found was a jackpot of thongs. I chose to wear a cute black thong with a little red heart on it. The back strap of the thong felt great as it rubbed against my asshole and slightly separated my asscheeks. In the same drawer, there was a garter belt and black fishnet stockings. I put them on and attach?he stocking to the belt and chose a cute little black bra to match. I did not have any titties, but my moms tits were small and it was easy to fit some panties in the bra to make it look.