My husband was excited as hell for he knew that I never wore panties under my pantyhose and this occasion wouldn’t be any different. His intense fet...ish keeps me encased in silky nylon hosiery practically twenty four hours a day. Sitting sideways with my feet under me facing my husband, I began putting my makeup on. Looking into the vanity mirror I applied my eye liner and lipstick. As I went to do my eyelashes I noticed a tractor trailer along side of us, noticing him looking at me. I smiled. " Then it's done," she said. "In a very old way. We have mated. We have sworn under the light of the moon. We can go fill out a government form somewhere and get a functionary to log us into a public record. But make no mistake about it, my husband, we are married."In the moonlight her face was beautiful and deadly serious. "I understand it no other way, dearest wife."She shivered. "Are you cooled off?" Most of me, I think."She looked around, the moonlight glinting off the wind-blown chop. "Get. “I will stand behind your decisions as long as you are acting properly. If you have a little fun at her expense while she tries to make her point with me, then that is fine too,” Dad said. He didn’t explain that comment, but I was relieved to hear that I had a little room for interpretation of his instructions. “If she tries to retaliate for anything you do to her, I want you to swear to me now that you’ll come to me and not allow her to blackmail you or tempt you by using Sheila,” Dad said.I. As Jessica lay back and watched, Penny grabbed my hand and put it up under her T-shirt. Her small breasts were firm and pointed and her nipples stiffened immediately at my touch. Jessica made herself comfortable while Penny stripped off her T-shirt, revealing the most gorgeous set of young tits I'd ever seen. They were much smaller than Jessica's and sort of cone-shaped with pert, up-tilted nipples that just begged to be sucked."Oohh, Davey!", she moaned, rubbing a hand between her legs.