Skiiing Tights Got the Picture
We lay on the bed in the lodge, Marlene in her socks and me, wearing now crotchless pantyhose and fox tail butt plug. Exhausted, I drifted off and thought about our beginning. We I met by chance. The Thursday before Halloween she was the only person at the bar when I entered. I sat close to her, but one seat away. Like a moth to a lamp I was drawn her enormous black mane of dark hair tumbling into the low-cut, leopard print mini-dress. With more curves than a grand prix race track, her womanly...