I walked away again.It took several attempts before I eventually plucked up enough courageto pick out various medium size packs of stockings and tight...s indifferent designs and colours. I knew "pantyhose" was something to dowith hosiery but I was not sure which so I wound up buying 3 or 4multipacks of tights and seven different pairs of stockings.I told myself my fears were silly - why shouldn't I buy clothes for mypartner and daughters? But it took two further attempts before Ieventually felt. I rolled my eyes at the thought of my pathetic husband. The dog barked and I got even more upset. Footsteps headed towards the room and there he was. 6 foot 2, 200 points with jet black hair. Sounded like a dream but it wasn’t. His breath always smelled of Newport’s and he his nose looked like it was broken and never fixed. “ Oh my, you’re so hot, “ Evan told me as I finished putting my hair in a ponytail. I felt his hands on my butt and knew he was horny. He put his hairy hands into my. I climbed alongside and took the other one in my mouth as we both gave her a royal tit servicing…she was in heaven. Paul moved his hands lower to her abdomen as he fingered her navel and moved lower…to her valley of lust. She was dripping wet as I was kissing her all over her tits and face.Paul moved lower and placed his mouth over her swollen pussy and licked tenderly…as my sexed up wife opened her thighs to welcome his snake-like tongue into her vagina. I was massaging her boobs and licking. Beg me to fuck you,” he taunted.Her hips rocked as she bucked against his hand, her orgasm sneaking up on both of them. Panting and moaning, she cried, “Fuck my cunt, Chad! Fuck it hard and fast and deep!”He entered her slowly and teased her with long deliberate strokes until she thought she’d go mad with need and lust.She came several times, each time clamping down so hard on his cock that he needed to make a concerted effort to hold off. He wasn’t ready to be done with her quite yet.He.