These empty worn nylons encompassed the essence of his mother's femininity and motherly love along with some mysterious allure which he did not yet fu...lly understand.It was those days during which Billy's fetish for ultra sheer nylon stockings was born. From that day he first felt his mother's worn nylons, Billy would never see a pair of stockings as mere attire for a woman like socks were for a man. There was something powerful at play here although he didn't understand what it was. All he knew. I started rubbing my clit.Just closed my eyes and thought of you.It got really hot in both places (the room & me)I started removing my shirt. I was starting to getantsy. I slid from my clit to my lips gently inserting one finger and starting moving up & down. It was only seconds before I had to have more.I took my other hand and started pinching my nipples & squeezing my tits. Thinking aboutyou can be very intoxicating. I pictured the twoof us, lying on a blanket in the countryside. The. Sometimes he put his tongue inside her, sometimes he flicked at her. She put a hand on his head and he could feel her nails on his scalp. That was a good sign. He began using his fingers; first his Peter pointer finger on his right hand as it was the easiest to enter her with. Immediately she began to roll and mimic his movements, pushing against him as she sucked him into her soft folds. To make things interesting, he changed tactics; he swapped his finger for his thumb. The fatter digit. Ms. Clapton now was 37 years old looked amazing with air blowing on her long brunette as it danced with the wind. Her long legs covered in the dirt that she was working in. The beautiful sun shinning on her beautiful face showed how beautiful she really was. I yelled Ms. Clapton how are you doing I’m home for Christmas Exodus. Ms. Clapton looked up and smiled and came running to me and gave me a big hug and I mean she squeezed me so tight that I felt her tits pressed upon my chest.Ms. Clapton.