It made her feel inadequate and insecure.She also know about her husband's intense fetish for nylons. Perhaps she knew a little TOO much. He was obses...sed with nylons. He bought them for her. He brought her a pair to wear practically ever morning especially on work days. He washed them. He kept the ones with runs in them to jack off with, sometimes together, mostly alone. She actually enjoyed watching him jack off with her nylons. It certainly took the pressure off of her. Sadly, she wasn't a. I pinned her down onto the sofa and buried my face on her seductive netty maroon panty.I pushed her panty to a side and started licking her like crazy. She started shouting without thinking of neighbors ahhh, I will die aaahhhh ummmmm ummmm, can’t bear it aahh . I pulled her panty out instantly and smooching her pussy lips directly. She was pulling the sofa covers and giving shrill moans. Water was flowing like anything from her pussy and it was exciting me a lot. Out of excitement I pulled my. I was kind of surprised that my dad was not home yet, but not worried. I guess he decided to stop off somewhere on the way home. At around 11:30 we walked the girls to Holly's house, and I told them I would bring over their stuff tomorrow.A little after midnight I was crawling into bed when I finally heard my dad come home. I just shut off the light and went to sleep.The next morning I pulled out my bags and took everything to my room as dad made breakfast. Keith helped me separate everything. But what happens in the morning?” I asked.“Well, if you take Abbie’s advice, I won’t be able get out of bed, talk to you, or even see you!” she giggled.“Yes, but after that? Next week? Next month? Next year?”“I can’t predict the future and neither can you,” she said. “So when you finish your ice cream, you are taking me home and fucking me unconscious. Period. No arguments.”December 7, 1991, Milford, OhioBethany sighed deeply when we disentangled on Saturday morning. I knew the feeling, as I’d.