Frank gripped another handful of hair and pulled her up onto the couch, bending her over the back of it, kicking her legs open. He propped one foot up... on the couch, raising his cock to a perfect line up to her cunt. He was ready to take this young slut, take her for a ride that could literally fuck the life out of her. Christina wanted it just as bad, the look on her face and the sound of her pleading whimpers were enough to drive Frank over the line. He plunged deep into the girls cunt, balls. Linda was laughing on the couch, and Danny was sitting beside her refilling her glass. Betty went to the punchbowl, but hesitated; her head was already light and there was a warmly woozy sensation in her veins."Great," Danny said, "just great. And that's a fab skirt, Linda. You should never hide legs that wonderful."The music swirled through the room, and Linda stretched out her legs for them to admire. Downing her second drink, she said, "Glenn kind of ignores them now. I don't mean he forget. Naomi - my ex - and I weren’t on the best of terms; it was a messy, slow, and painful breakup, not made any easier by the fact that we were still deeply attracted to each other. The relationship was toxic, but the sex was addictive.One day, my ex invited me over to see the place and we immediately wound up in her bedroom. We agreed that we were not getting back together but the sex was too good to stop. It was decided that I could stay with her whenever I had to work a shift in the area.... Again a few weeks passed before the next items of female underwearappeared in my drawers. All my vests had disappeared to be replaced withcamisoles, camiknickers (teddies) and slips, both full length and waistlength varieties. All were as usual made of soft nylon and most werelace trimmed. This was now getting serious. I could only hide the fact Iwas wearing camisoles or full length slips by wearing thicker shirts.And of course wearing slips was not too practical. I still wore oldfashioned.