The tights massaged my legs and the silky feeling of the panties made my little dick ster. I was fully hard. When I walked in the house I was afraid m...y mom would see. I went straight to my room and took everything off. I hid them under my sheets and went to the bathroom for my bath. When I came back to my room I put the panties back on and then my pajamas. After dinner I went back to my room and put on the top and went to bed. The next morning after breakfast I put the tights on and went to. Isucked and fingered her to perhaps a dozen wild climaxes...and true to her word, she brought me off. Eagerly sucking and licking she took it all, not losing a drop as I came into her greedy mouth. That wasn't enough for her...or me...and she posed leaningagainst the back of the couch with her feet spread, presenting me her hairless pussy and quivering firm ass cheeks. The remaining semen trickling from the end of my cock plus her own wetness made it easy to impale her with one long thrust.. .. She wagged her head as she thought about her husband, and about the past few months.Michael had gradually stopped showing any affection for her, or even any interest in her. He spent more and more time away from her, ministering to his "flock," visiting the sick, the infirm, the aged, preparing his sermons. And sex--forget about it. She gave out a sardonic little chuckle.From the first day of their marriage, Michael had been squeamish, finicky, prudish when it came to sex. It almost seemed. But too bad you can’t take me into any clubs.”He raises a questioning brow.“‘Cause I’m still sixteen.” She lilts a giggle.“Leave that to me.” He brushes off her concern, leaving her a little confused.She’s all smiles as she questions him. “How? I only have my old school ID. I don’t even have a Driver’s license.”He sighs and slaps her fork down in a controlled manner. “This again.”“What?” His anger is making her start to regret trying to sneak the conversation back towards school. She’d been.