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Mature pantyhose slip story

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Read On. I sat daydreaming looking at my wife dressed in a short skirt and blackheels with sheer nude hose. Hanes silk reflections barely there! She always dressed so nice for Thanksgiving. Listening to a relative drone on about his doings I thought back to last Sunday morning. I had just come back from taking the kids to Sunday school, she was dressed and ironing her clothes for the upcoming

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Sitting for a Neighbour - Mature - simranivf.com

My mother-in-law is an attractive mature lady of She is slim build and, most importantly, is of an older school of ladies who wear tights everyday, even under trousers. I have often fooled around with her, grabbing her arse when kissing goodbye etc, touching her nylon clad legs when out at parties, all of which were taken in good humour and a playful slap. Anne had asked me round to fix a problem on her computer, quite a regular occurrence! And so I went up to her office and booted up the PC to see what she had done this time. After 20 minutes or so of messing around, I called her up to show her what I had done.

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Sitting for a Neighbour

Hosed Category: Fetish. Total 0 votes. This is a story about something that happened to me about two years ago. I was living in Chicago with my two roommates — Mary and Anne. We were young professionals with good jobs living in a great apartment in Lincoln Park.

This actually happened and remains the best sexual experience of my life. I had received a phone call from my neighbour, Barbara, five minutes before asking me to pop round and see her. I had just turned 18, she was 39 and nearing 40 but she was, in my eyes, a real beauty. She had brown curly hair that fell to just past her shoulders, lovely green eyes that sparkled and a wonderful looking pair of breasts, a C cup. I knew her breast size as I had babysat for her children a couple of times before when she had to work of an evening and I had made use of the time by indulging in going through her underwear drawers, trying to imagine her in each silky item I fondled.