‘Where are your socks? Do you have a sweater or something?’ Brian pointed to a suitcase where he kept his socks and underwear as he stepped into t...he pants. Peggy opened the suitcase, found a T-shirt, sweatshirt and two pair of socks. ‘Put these on. Is that your only coat?’ she asked, pointing to the overcoat he wore to work. He nodded before pulling the sweatshirt over his head. ‘It will have to do. Don’t worry. With what we make tonight you’ll be able to replace it,’ Peggy said, tossing the. I could not stop myself from pulling open the third drawer. As I did so, I touched the front of my pants, which now contained a raging hard on. Opening the third drawer revealed a wide assortment of stockings and pantyhose. It was unbelievable. Fishnets, fencenets, stayups, holdups, textured and patterned. Opera hose. Crotchless pantyhose. Seamed, sheer, opaque. I saw silky and glittery tights. Three or four bodystockings. And, in the back, about five garter belts of varying colors,. She began to cry softly. She didn’t move. Her legs were still splayed over the end of the bench.. Her hands were going numb gripping the edge of the bench..I reached for one of her arms and spun her around to face the bench. I leaned in close to her and put my lips right next to her right ear and hissed, "You ain’t never gonna forget getting fucked like this." With that, I bent her over the bench.With my feet I kicked Catherines's legs wide apart and aimed the tip of my hard thick shaft for her. Karl smiled. It was always a most satisfying irony to see a husband bring himself off while he had the luxury and pleasure of cumming inside his wife. Karl liked to look long and hard into the eyes of the cuckold as the last drop of his cum spilled inside his wife’s womb. He was looking now. Looking deep into Neil’s eyes as he sat sprawled helplessly in his chair. There’s were not the only cries, though. Claire’s cries also filled the room from a string of orgasms. She had played no active.