"Lisa rose and stood in front of the young man as he put on his pantyhoseand reached out to loosen the sash on the short robe he was wearing.Frankie s...ighed and as he straightened he could see past his mother tothe mirror where he caught sight of himself, in a bra and panties,putting on pantyhose.Lisa smiled. "Now just pull up the panty part of the hose... slowlyevenly... right over your panties. That's it."Lisa stepped forward and bent down to run her hands up one of his hosecovered legs. . I could feel him come, and as usual, I had a fleeting moment of shame knowing that I didn't make him wear a condom, that we were relying solely on my birth control, that it was completely moronic considering we weren't exclusive to each other, that we were both actively fucking other people. A moment after that, I could feel his cum dripping from me as he pulled out, and I shivered again. I couldn't deny how much I loved that feeling.I hated that I loved the feeling. J.P. was a complete. I attached both to the email reply. The first was one that I had taken while we were at the beach. She was wearing a two-piece polka-dot bikini while on her stomach, reading a book. I had masturbated to this picture few times. The way the son and water dotted her peach, smooth bare legs was intoxicating. The second one, and perhaps more risqué, was one that I had taken of her in our bed while she slept. She was wearing a tight t-shirt that showed off her curves, and no pants – just a sky-blue. ”“Thanks. Still need to lose more weight to keep up with you, Sarah,” she laughed.I was beginning to feel good about this situation and hopefully get her to eat my pussy like in my fantasies.“Tell me, Sarah, why did you take all those pictures of my underwear? Laying each one out on the floor and snapping a shot.”“I…I…use them…sometimes when I masturbate,” I meekly said.“Ahhh, I see, one of those visual cues. Helps you get off?” she asked.“Y..ye..yes,” I stammered some more.“And every night.