I'll rarely wear one myself at the request of who I am with, but will use a slip as a sextoy in a heartbeat. I try to get each Lady I am with to wear ...a slip, either hers if she has any or mine when we make love. I don't remove them and encourage her to keep that slip on even during intercourse. Other times, my cock may have it's way with a silky full or half slip wrapped around it, the more lace the better.But why slips ? When I was coming up in the late 60's/early 70's, My parents were best. ”“Just drive!” she cried.Her husband refused to relent. “You wanted this,” he told her again.“You know what I wanted. You’re the one who had reservations.”“Maybe I’m warming to the idea.” Greg didn’t seem too enthusiastic, more unforgiving, as if he was happy for her to be punished by proxy.Suddenly there seemed to be no alternative. Somehow she’d managed to trap herself in a situation that she had no idea how to get out of. With limbs like jelly she got out of the car and moved back to the. I said the wig is uncomfortable. I still had the veil on. Jean lifted it and kissed me. She whispered, “i’ll get a better wig and I think I want you to go without a veil, but we’re going to have to make your face baby bottom smooth.” It felt strange kissing her as she was wearing jeans and a sweat shirt. I felt like our roles had really flip-flopped. She ground herself against me and whispered in a seductive voice, “You really make a hot girl. You look good enough to eat.” With that she pulled. He leaned forward and unbuttoned my uniform, pulling it open to reveal my lacy bra, which he promptly yanked up so that my big tits burst out.I had always had a soft spot for Reg. He looked quite handsome and distinguished with his handlebar mustache and combed-back silver hair, and his body was preserved quite well. He was also very considerate, taking his time sucking and squeezing my thick pink nipples, which always drives me wild.I propped myself up and kissed him (he tasted of pipe.