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A few years after my parents divorced, mine went Father a new relationship. Shortly afterwards the wedding followed with my new ‘stepmother’. The Contact Wasn’t very intimate between us, because I still as a competitor of my Mother looked. To be honest, however, she made all the trouble to be correct and friendly towards me. During one of our first talks, she told me that she was not planning to take a mother’s position.
After all, when I was 35, I was self -employed and old enough to need a mother. In the general situation, I was certainly unfair, although she never gave me a reason for rejection. Our mutual visits were initially limited to the general days, such as birthday, Christmas, etc. The situation gradually relaxed. We then drove together with my car, although of course I also had my benefits from it and that my purchases were paid by her many times.
But now to actual history. After one of these purchases, the things were already stowed, she asked me if I wanted to drink a coffee with her. I affirmed and we went into the kitchen. She put up coffee, took two cups out and sat down at the table with me. We talked about God and the world, blasphemed about neighbors, scolded about politics and the weather. Somehow we came to the subject of relationships before, before, love and lust.
She started talking about marriage to my father. Of course I cared that she’s not telling anything negative now. But this was not so. She did not complain about my father, but surprisingly told me very frankly what she misses a bit. She spoke of tenderness, pats and romance, which would have been missing a bit recently. And that she would have wishes regarding sexuality. Things she would like to do again or again.
I no longer saw the ‘stepmother’ in front of me, but a woman with dreams and wishes. I was surprised at this picture that I had now from her, and she also told it so nicely that you couldn’t have blamed anyone for it. While she was talking like this, I got up to give us coffee. After I had put the jug back, put me behind and said: “Well, if you do one thing long enough or not, she becomes a habit.
“I put my hands on her shoulders. I didn’t feel sorry for what she told me. After all, she was old enough to live out her fantasies, but somehow I felt a little sorry. I started massaging her shoulders carefully. Why? No idea. “Mmmh, that is good after shopping. Maybe a little bit on the neck, yes?“I followed her wish. Any question from her that ends with yes can only be answered with “yes”.
Suddenly she took my right hand and led her over her blouse from above. Hoppla, I thought. Either you are now backing up, or just let it happen. Of course I did the latter and waited what would happen now. “If you had something against yours, yours massage to lay a little deeper?” she asked. “Of course not. Tell me what you want. “” I want you to massage my breasts now very easily. Do you like?” “Gladly. “I knelt behind her chair, pushed my hands under her arms and started to stroke her breasts tenderly.
“It is better to feel yours than my hands a thousand times. “She put her hands on her thighs and slowly began to caress. In doing so, she went closer to her step. Meanwhile, I dealt extensively with the petting of her breasts. “You can touch them a little more dollers. Please massage me, yes?“I started kneading her breasts from outside to the nipples with slight pressure, but without touching them.
I wanted to pick this pleasure a little more. With one hand she pushed her blouse up a little to push her under the waistband of her pants shortly afterwards. I had turned a little on the side and could see that she was still wearing tights under her pants. Between these two she drove into her hand. Unfortunately not as far as she had liked to. I stroked her stomach with one hand and touched the covenant of her tights.
“I love this fabric,” I said to her. She replied: “What do you think why I like to wear tights, stroke me through the fabric. “Nothing better than that. She tried to open her pants by the zipper, which unfortunately wanted to pull himself down in her back. She interrupted her efforts and said: “Wait briefly. I want to make it a little more comfortable. “She got up and left the kitchen towards the bedroom.
I devoted myself to my coffee again and waited excited about what else would happen. I could hear the bedroom door again. Shortly afterwards she was in the door frame. Wore a long blouse that reached far over the thighs and under which you could see her white top bra, a skin-colored tights and its wonderful strap sandals. “So it’s more pleasant. Or it bothers you?” “No no. There is nothing more fascinating for me than women in tights. Maybe we should bring a few pretty ones for you on the next purchase, ”I replied to her.
“What were you thinking of?“She wanted to know. “I would like to see a few blacks or a few chocolate -colored people on you. And of course shiny. “She sat down at the table again. I wondered if she hid a mini skirt under the blouse. She is now 63, even though she looked younger. Women at that age still wear minis? “I am pleased that you also have a soft spot for tights.
I love this feeling on the skin. Sometimes you wear some yourself?”” No, “I replied” I prefer to leave that to you women. I would just break her. “” How about a thicker, opaque?” “For God’s sake.. You can put on Norwegian socks right away. No, let. I prefer to look at women’s legs who are nicely roared. That always stimulates the imagination so wonderfully. I also love this sound when the legs are placed on top of each other. “She took a sip from her cup.
With a nod towards her shoulder, she asked me: “Where were we standing?“I knelt behind her chair again. Started massaging her chest with one hand and put the other back on her stomach. “Do you really massage my breasts to me, yes? With both hands. And this time I don’t miss my buds. ” “I like doing that. “Now I dealt even more intensely with her breasts. First I tenderly stroked the top stock of your bra.
But then drove in to touch their nipples, which are already considerable. “You can touch me a little harder. I like it if you crunch me very easily. “Your wish was to me. I twirled the nipples between the thumb and index finger back and forth. Due to her slight moan I knew how far I could go. “Would you like to stroke my legs?”” Nothing better than that!” I answer. With a jerk she turns to side with a chair.
I totally horny, I knelt in front of her, between her legs, which she put far out when I put my warm hands on her thighs to gently stroke her. She slowly opened her blouse and showed me piece by piece of her sweet, pointed bras. Now I could see that she was not wearing a skirt or pants over it. Not even a slip. This bitch. She gently stroked her breasts while slowly pushed her other hand between her thighs.
The smooth nylon fabric felt wonderful. I enjoyed every millimeter of their tights. Slowly drove my hands up to their hips. I leaned around to caress her silky thighs with my tongue, whereby my hands felt up to her breasts, which she had now freed from her bra. I look at your banned pussy, which I could only guess under the transparent fabric so far, but I saw how their labia swelled and wet the thin fabric with their moisture.
My warm tongue slowly slid towards her shame. She felt closer and closer until I broke off to circle her venus mound with a pointed tongue. The circles were getting tighter and finally I licked suddenly once and vigorously through their slowly damp column and got a little bit of their delicious pussy glue. She briefly cheated on and again I drove my tongue through her itchy slit.
I pressed my lips firmly on her tremendous shame and now with short, strong sparkles to make her pussy run out. Soaked by her juice and my saliva, the pantyhose is becoming more and more transparent and every now and then I let off her pussy to look at her. The wonderful taste of her warm, tough juice let my member swell to burst. Completely excited I grabbed the thin fabric with both hands, which covered her pussy and torn it with a strong jerk.
“Yes, she tears me!“She called out loud. Finally her pussy was unprotected in front of me. I greedily pressed my lips on it and greedily greedily on their swollen labia, which looked slightly from their hot narrow gap. My pointed tongue groped after her clit, who was already seeking out of the gap above her trembling lips. With my warm vibrating tongue, I drove vigorously about what caused her a violent moan. Suddenly she pushed my head back.
I was surprised. “Sorry, short break” “The coffee is already noticeable. Do you just let me go to the toilet, yes? After that it continues immediately. I haven’t felt a tongue for a long time. “She said to me. “Of course, but only if you take me with you and I can watch you. “Everything on one card. I actually expected that she rejected my wash, but … “Because I know that this stays here, I want to be completely open.
“Oups, now I’m sure I will be put in my barriers. I went too far?. Oh what, she can still say no. “I have been wishing for a long time that someone will watch me. And not only that. Would you do me a favor and stroke me at the same time, yes? Please please. I want you to stroke my pussy while I do Pipi, yes? Tell me if my wishes become too much for you. “I told her that this would also like this incredibly.
“Maybe we should agree on what you don’t like. Then we don’t always need to ask ourselves beforehand what the other means “I suggested to her. “All open?” she asked. “Yes, it stays among us” “So, I wish that you are doing a few things with me in the bathroom that I have just wanted. I recently saw in a booklet that there is a people who organize real sex games with their pee.
I would like to try that too. Otherwise I don’t like anything that has to do with faeces, children and animals and nothing you like. Maybe there are also things you like that I don’t even know, or?“How cute she says with the pee. “I would say we are pretty much in agreement. What do you think of role -playing games?” “How does it work. Go, say!“” Since I assume that this is not our last adventure, I hope that next time one of us will play a person that the other wants.
“” Let’s talk about it in detail afterwards, because I will burst right away. “She got up, took my hand and pulled me into the bathroom. First she pulled her blouse completely. I liked this inevitable. She worked up the toilet seat and pushed her tights down to her knees. “Ooch, completely broken. Doesn’t matter, I still have several of them. “Then she took a seat on the toilet and asked me to kneel in front of her.
The first drops came and she said with your eyes closed: “Please, please stroke me now. “I drove my hand in her warm, golden beam. A wonderful feeling. While the ray ran, I started to stroke her pussy. The juice ran over my hand. Your ray suddenly stopped. “Let me take off my tights. I want you to be able to pet my pussy properly, yes? I want to open her really well for you. “She pulled out the tights completely, sat down on the toilet again and spread her legs as far as possible.
It was not only to watch a woman in one of her most intimate jobs, but also to touch her. I tenderly drove my labia with my index finger. “Please put it in me. “As soon as I followed this request, when she started moving her pelvis as much as possible to move back and forth. I was allowed to feel her wet all the time. Their movements decreased and the ray also ignored.
“That’s how I always wished it,” she said with a bright smile. “And now” she said, “I want to have something from you too. “She stood out with some toilet paper and asked me to follow her into the bedroom. Hui, I believed that they had overcome every barrier and stopped in the door frame. She opened the wardrobe and got a new, packaged tights out of the closet. Opened the packaging and attracted the new tights slowly and seductively.
So tormentingly slow that it was a pleasure to watch her. She came up to me, whereby she slowly rubbed her thighs together and this wonderful sound of crackling tights was created. She pushed past me towards the kitchen. “We still wanted to talk. In addition, the coffee is definitely cold, ”she said and disappeared into the kitchen. Wait, I thought. Didn’t she say she wanted to have something from me now?.
On the way to the kitchen I heard how she rattled with the cups. When I entered the kitchen, she sat on the kitchen table and had put her feet on her chair. I went towards her, supported myself on the back of the chair and asked her: “What did you want from me?”With the words” Please contact yourself here, “she pointed to the spot between her feet, spread her thighs and pushed the chair away from herself.
As she opened my belt and my pants, she said: “I want you to lick me to the climax through the tights with your tongue. And then I want you to splash your juice here. “In doing so, she put her index finger exactly on her pussy. She leaned back now. You leaned on her elbow. I was already busy with her thighs. Licked over the tights on the left very slowly on the right.
I hadn’t even reached the destination of our dreams yet, her tights were already soaked with her wonderful juice. She now lay down completely on the table, slid into the tights with both hands and pulled her labia apart. “Come on now,” she asked me and I almost buried myself in her. “Mmmh, oh yes, firm, please. “It was hard to stop. Her orgasm Was overwhelming. “Please spray me fully now!“She spread her thighs apart.
I came very close to mine tail To their wet pussy. It didn’t take long and after a few hand movements I sprayed everything on the gusset and on her legs. With her left hand, she rubbed my juice over her whole pussy. “And as a gift you take the tights with you afterwards. So that you don’t forget my smell. “She rose from the table and we both sat against each other. Still stroking her pussy, she said: “We absolutely have to do that again.
Or?”. “Again and again. But maybe you want to try something else. “” How did you say, role -playing games? Maybe that would be something. tell me. “” There are different species. For example doctoral game, or teacher and Pupils, or secretary. What you want. “”.
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