“Girls today are lazy.”“Some professors do though,” he said.“That’s good,” I said.
“Feminine ones, of course.”“Agreed,” Jason said, as he checked out my nylon-clad legs from the hem of my short skirt down to my feet.“Most women don’t wear them.”“And almost no college girls do either,” he said.“Figures,” I said.
“I think they’re sexy.”“They really do accentuate a pair of legs,” I said. “But they make much better quality than we Yanks.”“So I can feel,” he said.“Not many girls wear them anymore,” I continued, enjoying the conversation, the massage, his hard cock occasionally twitching beneath my feet.“Tell me about it,” he said, all worldly wise.“You like nylons?” I asked, though I already knew.“Yeah,” he nodded.
“I order them online from Europe.”“Cool.”“Yeah, they’re called tights over there,” I explained. Mommy’s Need A Big Dicked SonReason (required)This post contains broken linksViolating submission guidelinePost has incorrect informationThis post contains child pornographyPost has spamCopyright IssueOtherDescriptionSubmit“Any time,” he confirmed, as he finished all ten toes.“Rub my soles now, please,” I asked.Advertisements “Sure,” he said, and he began doing just that.“You’re very good at this,” I said, encouraging him.“Your nylons are really soft,” he said.“Sheer silk,” I explained.
