At night, Mark woke up, and started to do her again, even as she was waking up. He spent 30 minutes with his nose buried in her this time, and again h...ad the hugest orgasm he could ever remember. He did her again in the morning, before they went to work too.All day long at work, all he could think of was her. As soon as he came home, they did it again. They were like newlyweds, doing it again and again, with boundless energy. This kept up for four days straight.During this time, they became much. "It feels ok I guess." I managed to say."Here! I brought these from my mom's drawer." he said as he gave me a pair of stockings."You always said that stockings turned you on, so you can put these on."I had no idea what Russ was up to, but he was right. I loved stockings, and I especially loved the way they looked on my legs, as well as a woman's legs. My heart was pumping and beating in my head as I slowly slipped the beautiful nylons on to my legs. It turned out to be a moment of truth because. His hair and nose suggested some Native American ancestry, or maybe Middle Eastern. It was always easy to make assumptions based on physical stereotypes. Our other two adventurers were Sid Simpson and his partner Ryan Thedescu. Sid and Ryan were almost two peas in a pod. Both had short, dirty blond hair, thin faces with sharp noses and both had accents.I got picked up at the house because we were taking the Guerneville Road to the coast so we could take good old U.S. 1 down the coast to Point. Investigator arrived. He was an asshole. He started out badly and sank in my regard from there."We know what you were doing out on the road this morning. We know where you had been and what you were doing. So, do you want to tell your side of this?" he thought confession was good for my soul, and his conviction record."You seem to know everything. I don't have a clue where I was or what happened. If you can shed some light on it maybe something will come back to me." my response didn't please.