We came up for air again - "mmm, Jim, that was stocking fetish nic..." then he kissed me again.
In the end I broke loose to catch my breath properly - he looked stocking fetish at me stocking fetish.
"Your room or mine?" Then without waiting he grabbed my hand and we almost ran the remaining distance to the stocking fetish annex and his room.
Inside and stocking fetish I kissed him, the door closing on the auto-close behind us leaving us in the gloom of stocking fetish whatever small amount of light coming in through his open curtains.
Jims hands were busy undoing my stocking fetish blouse then fumbling for my bra catch, before I slipped the front fastener for him.
Then his hands caressed my breasts and the feeling was like an electric shock as I caught my breath.
Jim backed me down the short passage into the bedroom area and I undid his trouser belt, sliding everything down his legs.
His cock rubbed past my cheek leaving a smear of precum as I stood back up.
Jims hands came up my legs, found stocking fetish my stocking tops and then my bare cheeks above.
His muttered "Oh Pat!" said everything needed as he stocking fetish pushed me gently back onto the bed.
I spread my legs as wide as I could, found his penis and guided it to my waiting wetness.
Jim found it and then I caught my breath with the feelings and pleasure of him continuing and pressing right home.
Deep into me - pubic bone to pubic bone.
He waited as we both caught our breath for a fraction then I flexed stocking fetish my hips under him.
"Jim - just fuck me. Now!" He didn stocking fetish need any other encouragement, slid almost stocking fetish out of me as I followed him up, trying to keep him in me, then plunged deep in again.
Sven, darling, it was a different fullness to when we make love, but just then, when I needed it so much every bit as lovely, maybe you have married a slut after all!
Jim and I rutted like rabbits this was sex, for sexs stocking fetish sake stocking fetish, nothing more - pure lust.
Jim didn last long and went rigid against me, his back arched, his penis buried deep.
Then a gasp of breath and a half stocking fetish pull out followed by another rigid stocking fetish spasm of ecstasy, my legs clasped behind his waist.
