I was now getting a little aroused and a droplet of clearseminal fluid dripped from the eye of my penis. Now for the best partof dressing; slipping i...nto my lingerie! I shimmied into a black satin garter belt and slid fully-fashionedtaupe stockings on my legs. I smoothed the sleek nylons taught,straitening the seams and pulling the reinforced tops up to the tops ofmy thighs and attached the garter straps. Then I slid into a pair ofpink nylon boy-leg panties, pushing my penis between my legs. . “Civia, have you had Indian food,” Carol asked.“No, but I’ve heard good things about it.”“You wouldn’t mind if we went out to dinner at our favorite Indian restaurant, then?”“Not at all. I’d like that.”We did our usual, particularly when we’re introducing a newbie to a cuisine she’d never tried.We ordered a varied bunch of dinners and shared them around. Civia went crazy for the naan such that we had to order more before our dinners arrived.“I’m sorry for eating so much of the naan,” Civia. Unlike the other women he'd met since he separated from Isobel, there was no internet dating involved.Alex's new washing machine had broken down and his supply of clean underwear and shirts had run out. It would be a day or so until the store could replace the washing machine which, as it was less than a year old, was most definitely still covered by warranty. So for the first time since he was a student, Alex had to find a launderette in which to wash his clothes. Such amenities were hard to. But I’m not self conscious about the size of my cock.I am self conscious, though. I ordered her not to move and I slowly walked around until I was standing behind her. I admired her ass for another long moment, slowly sliding my hand over the soft skin of one of those perfect twin globes. I sighed deeply and stepped back. I stared at her as I put my camera down on my dresser and began to undress.When I was finally naked I discovered that I’m suddenly feeling much less in control of the.