He was a backwoods, small-town, drunk, with a standard sized cock, and a foul mouth-one never shy to treat you like the slut he saw you as. I can't s...ay we ever cared about each other as people in a relationship would but we were there for each other's urges as much as two unattached persons can be. I at that time started fairly young and inexperienced becoming a lush with time passing I became what I thought was a 'good' lover.We started innocently enough messing around in my family's house,. The phone pinged again. Reading it he said Are you wearing stockings now then. Yes replied Gill. Can I feel then. Before Gill could answer his hand was stroking her thigh up to her suspenders He looked at his mate and nodded. My mate wants to see them Can I take a picture of your stocking tops for him. Gill looked at the guy opposite and smiled. Hitching her skirt up over her thighs to reveal her tan stockings and cream suspenders the guy with the laptop got his phone and took a few photos of. I need to get myself one now, don’t I sweetie?” I nudged Rory, and he nodded his agreement with a grin.“It’s a while since I’ve been fucked in the arse like that too,” said John. “It really only comes out when we’ve got guests.”“Was that a few years ago, with that couple we’d met before?” mused Susie. “She wore it and gave you a really good rogering. You could hardly sit down the next day.”“I think so, yes. Why don’t you get the book and we’ll check?”“You have a book?” I asked, interested,. She was supposed to stop by the Art room before class, and she had no idea how long she’d be there, and she did not want to be late for first period. Bustling in through the open door, she found Ms. Dougal toying with the edge of the model’s platform, now moved to the center of the room. “Oh, good, there you are. Come, come! I got you a really pretty model’s robe that you can wear, no bothersome clothing marks on your skin today! No sir!” Holding out a silky smooth lavender robe, Ms. Dougal.