Date: Thu, 3 Jun 2004 12:26:33 -0700 (PDT) From: curious Subject: Moms Stolen Nylon Stockings Part 5 Hello again everyone. Well I know it's been awhile but here is part 5 of my Mom's Stolen Nylon Stockings. I have to admit that writing this part for all of you to enjoy was really fun. Reliving my childhood like this is just liberating. I hope you readers like this part and that you all e-mail me with comments. With my nylon stockings on I await to hear from you. pansutorht@yahoo.com One would think that Calvin and I became lovers after that night in his bedroom. But that isn't true. He and I never again did anything nasty with each other after that night. In fact I avoided him as much as I could after that and did my best to put the experience behind me and try and forget about it. My emotional state was a mess as a result of what he had done to me. I had always thought that I would like being another boy's girly bitch and dress myself up in nylon stockings to have sex. But Calvin's brutal attack changed all that, or at least I thought it had. I moped around for days trying to purge the memory of him forcing himself on me but deep down inside whenever I would think back about it all I have to admit that when I thought about how he had dominated me and made me say thank you to him; that every time I relived that night my fucking little dick would get rock hard and I would end up feeling disgusted with myself. I didn't know it at the time but I was fighting to convince myself that I hated the thought of fucking boys. Hell I even went as far as telling myself that the feelings I had towards nylon stockings, putting them on and letting myself revel in my girly feelings was a sick thing to do and it was something I should change about myself immediately. Man I struggled with my feelings over this stuff. I tried so hard to convince myself that it was the fault of my sick and abnormal desire to put on nylon stockings and feel girly inside that got me into the state I was in. Yet as hard as I tried to deny my feelings and tell myself that I would never ever again let another boy do to me what Calvin had done I just couldn't seem to stop my little dick from growing rock hard as I heard myself telling Calvin "thank you." Who knows how I might have ended up as I fought to suppress my feelings and deny that I possessed a strong feminine streak in my personality? Perhaps I might have worked myself into such a confused emotional state that I may have begun thinking about killing myself. But fortunately for me I didn't deteriorate to that level and the person I owe my life to, or at least my eventual acceptance of my sexuality, is Georgia B. Georgia was my first real crush and the first girl friend I ever had. The two of us had been going out, well meeting up is more like it, with each other since March of that year. I really liked her and I thought she was just the greatest girl in the whole world once she and I made out for the first time. She was a year older than I was and I have to admit that although I thought of her as the greatest girl in the world, her reputation as a "slut" preceded her. But you know what? I didn't give a shit about it. In fact I know one of the reasons I was so attracted to her was because of her reputation. Hell man if she was a slut then it stood to reason that she and I were eventually going to fuck so please tell me what horny 13 year old boy do you know that would pass up a chance to get laid? All I know is this. Being with Georgia kept me sane so to speak. And just before school let out for the summer vacation, about three weeks after Calvin finger fucked my ass, she called me up on a Friday evening and invited me to come up to her aunt's house and spend the evening with her because she was house sitting for her aunt. Well of course I told her I would come over. As I hustled and got cleaned up I was thinking to myself that if we had her aunt's place to ourselves and didn't have to worry about anyone walking in on us then at the very least I had a nice evening of some hot necking ahead of me. Man I will never ever forget that evening I went over to Georgia's aunt's house to spend time with her. God smiled down on me that evening because that was the night I finally lost my cherry and got popped by a girl. I'm sure everyone is familiar with the old saying "you never forget your first." Well I'm here to tell you that that old saying is true. I remember everything about losing my virginity and old Georgia B. has held a special place in my heart ever since. When I finally got to her aunt's place and she brought me inside the house the only thing I was looking forward too was making out with her. I thought we would end up on the couch hugging and kissing and then shortly after sundown I would kiss her goodbye and go home for the night. Well about half an hour after I got there we did end up making out with each other on the couch and I was having myself a wonderful time acting all adult as we used to say when my friends and I got to make out with a girl. My little dick was rock hard inside my jeans and I was lost in Georgia's arms perfectly content to remain there with her and just enjoy kissing and hugging her. So you can imagine my surprise when we broke our embrace she unexpectedly suggested that the two of us just quit the couch and go off to her aunt's bedroom. I remember her telling me that we could go lay down on her bed and we would be more comfortable there. Ignorant me! It never crossed my mind that she had something far more fun then necking on her mind. Anyway off we went to her aunt's bedroom and after we laid down on her bed Georgia took my right hand in hers and placed it over one of her breasts. Man did I ever give her tit a squeeze. God it was so great to finally touch a girl in such an intimate way that I felt a numbness spreading across my face as my heart began pounding faster and faster within me. I was so caught up in playing with her breasts that when she grabbed my hand again I thought she was trying to put a stop on our make out session but instead of pushing my hand away from her she started pulling it down between us until she had me rest it over the top of her pussy between her legs. God what a score, I rubbed, prodded and poked at her through her jeans and was so excited at having a girls pussy under my hand that I never even noticed her wiggling around as she undid her pants and pushed them and her panties down off her hips. One moment I was pressing my hand into her pussy and giving it everything I had and the next moment instead of feeling coarse blue jeans under my hand I felt my palm sink itself into the warmest, softest, wettest girl pussy I have ever touched in my life. When it finally dawned on me that Georgia had kicked off her pants and panties and that my hand was now resting on top of her naked pussy all I could do was whimper in sheer pleasure. God I was in heaven. Actually feeling a girl's pussy for the first time in my life simply took my breath away. Her pussy was hot and wet and I easily slipped a finger into her. I was so busy enjoying myself and marveling over my good fortune that I remember thinking to myself that things couldn't get any better than this when suddenly they did. Without warning or any prompting on my part once Georgia got her jeans and panties off she reached over to me and started undoing my own jeans. Before I knew it the both of us were getting totally naked and hurriedly climbing into her aunt's bed. I was so excited my pre-cum simply dribbled out of the end of my hard cock nonstop. I could have fainted dead away the moment I felt her pulling me over on top of her and I jerked in delight as she reached between us and took my swollen cock in her hand so she could guide me into her. I always laugh about losing my virginity because I was such a wuss my first time. As I pushed my cock into Georgia's pussy I thought I was going to pass out. Feeling my cock get sheathed inside a girl was so incredibly hot that had I died at that moment I would have died as the happiest boy in the world. I remember pushing myself up into her absolutely amazed at how hot and wet her pussy was. Never in my wildest dreams had I ever imagined how wonderfully warm it would be to be inside a girl. Once I had buried myself in her as far as I could go I gasped out loud and then catching my breath I started to pull back so I could thrust myself in again. But on the draw back I lost it. Since this information is all true about me I have to admit that while I was drawing my cock back for another thrust, actually I suppose one would say my second, I came like a bitch and shot off for what seemed like forever. Yes the truth of the matter is I lasted perhaps three seconds the first time I ever fucked a girl. I always like to say I lasted a whole three quarters of a full pump. That sounds better then three seconds don't you think? Anyway losing my virginity to Georgia is one of the most cherished memories I have. As I laid there on top of her struggling to catch my breath all I could think of as my heart beat slowly began returning to normal was how incredibly good my body felt. God I swear I had these tingling feelings going off over every inch of me and I realized that if this is what sex was about, if this is how delicious fucking makes a persons cock feel, then what did it matter how or with whom a boy like me fucked? God I felt so warm and safe inside a girl experiencing my first orgasm and I know its cliché to say it but I felt like I was floating on a big soft cloud. All I could think of laying on top of Georgia was how badly I wanted to stay feeling like this. Never in my wildest fantasies had I expected what cumming was going to be like. For the past couple of years all I ever knew when your dick got hard was that this milky clear fluid would drip out of you. Hell I was so used to thinking that once I was done playing around with nylons or showing my bonner to my friends that the normal thing that happened to you once you were done was you stuffed your hard dick back into your pants and then after a few minutes or so it would soften up and you could get back to being just a kid again. I never knew that boys could ejaculate or that once you did you got to experience the deliciously warm and fulfilling emotional feelings I was having that night with Georgia. Once I calmed down Georgia let me fuck her again and I was so pleased to learn that cumming for the second time was just as nice and wonderful as my first time had been. I suppose you should know that during my second time around with Georgia I ended up crying quietly to myself as I pumped into her. I just lost myself in my feelings for her which I suppose is a normal thing boy's do when they lose their virginity. I remember telling her, whispering in her ear, that I loved her and that I would never ever want to be parted from her. I kept repeating over and over again these words, if only, if only, but never finished stating my thoughts out loud to her because what I wishing for, the if only part, was I desperately wished that she had been wearing real nylon stockings like my mom and that her stocking clad legs were wrapped tightly around my waist as I pumped away in her. Although I really wished she had been wearing nylons for me don't think that I was disappointed in any way. I still remember that night with Georgia B. as the greatest moment of life. Later that night when I was home lying in bed. I couldn't help but feel proud of myself for finally losing my virginity. I kept thinking about how warm and safe I had felt being inside Georgia. As I lay there thinking about what we had done together I began asking myself what it might have felt like or how much better I might have felt if she had actually been wearing nylon stockings. "If only you had stockings on," I whispered to myself. And then once I heard myself say that it was as if my heart had been given permission to finally open up. All of a sudden those confused hurtful feelings I had been trying to hide from myself ever since Calvin had finger raped my ass suddenly disappeared. It's really weird what happened and I always have a lot of difficulty trying to explain it. I guess the easiest thing to say is that night I simply accepted all of my feelings that I had about what made me feel good sexually. I know that doesn't make a whole lot of sense but that is basically what happened. As I let myself feel the emotions my heart was giving me at that moment I remember rolling over on my side and drawing myself up into a fetal position. Bringing my hands together in front of me I thought of all those moments in my life when I had put on mom's stolen nylon stockings and how wearing her nylons made me feel. I realized that wearing nylons and letting the little girl in me come out made me feel good about myself and as I laid there telling myself that if I liked dressing up like a pretty little girl and liked to create wild sexual fantasies of me having sex with boys that having those feelings were not bad for me. If wearing nylon stockings and expressing my girly side gave me pleasure then what the hell was the harm in just acting on those feelings and letting them take me wherever they would? Maybe if I did that instead of trying to deny them then maybe someday I would find myself in a position to actually fuck a boy or a full grown man just like I had fucked Georgia and if I was behaving like a pretty little girly boy and wearing nylon stockings then wouldn't it stand to reason that the wonderful feelings I had when I was inside Georgia would be twice as good if instead of me wishing it was her wearing stockings, it was me wearing them. The more I thought about this the more I liked the idea and suddenly I thought of Calvin again and instead of trying to push the memory of him out of my mind, I welcomed it and let myself picture that night in bedroom. As I did this my little dick grew rock hard between my legs and I smiled because of it and without any difficulty of shame I created a new picture of the two of us together. This time instead of seeing myself laying naked under him as he knelt over me, forcing me to quietly submit to his finger raping my tight little ass I saw myself lying under him wearing my mom's nylon stockings. As I saw myself looking up to thank him for shooting his cum on me I squeezed my legs together and I could feel the imaginary stockings I was wearing rubbing against each other and for the first time in my life I ejaculated without ever touching my cock. You know what? That night with Georgia, and then later on fantasizing wearing mom's nylon stockings as Calvin dominated me freed me. For the first time in my life I understood my feelings and I decided to embrace them and let them rule me instead of me trying to rule them. I wasn't going to run away from them anymore and as long as my inner most sexual desires were met, then fuck worrying about being different from my friends. From then on the only thing that mattered to me was to do those things that made me feel good, and if wearing nylon stockings and letting myself feel girly gave me the physical and emotional pleasure I craved then fine. I was okay with it. Once I stopped running away from myself and accepted all of my feelings I began really enjoying my life. The following day, Saturday, I hooked up with Georgia again and that sweet lovely girl let me fuck her again. Just like the night before when we did it I came fast the first time we did it but I stayed hard and after I caught my breath she let me fuck her again. Actually I always say that I got to fuck a girl four times when I first became sexually active at age 13 and that it was a good thing I did because as things in life turned out, those four fucks I had with Georgia had to hold me for the next four fucking years before I got any pussy again. About midway during the summer of that year Georgia left town to go and spend some time with relatives living on another Indian reservation in South Dakota. I was heart broken at her leaving. After kissing her goodbye the evening before she left I would regret not telling her that I loved her because as things turned out I would never see her again. It was after she had gone that I finally learned all about jacking off. One afternoon I was over at my best friends place and the two of us were bragging to each other about losing our cherries and talking about how good it felt to shoot cum into a girl. The more we talked like that the more excited the two us became and finally perhaps because both of us were so fucking hard inside our jeans, Richard, my best friend, just whipped out his dick and began stroking it with his hand. To be honest and stupid me, I actually had no idea what he was doing to himself until he stopped just long enough to tell me that if you ran your own hand up and down your dick like he was doing you could make it cum. Well it didn't take a bat being broken over my head to make it clear to me that learning how to masturbate could make me feel good so down went my jeans and away I went beating my meat. After that jacking off became an all consuming passion for me. God I would jack off whenever I got the chance and the more I did it the more I wanted to try doing it while wearing nylon stockings. I had long since gotten rid of the pair of nylon stockings I had stolen from my mom so I started to watch for a chance to once again sneak into mom's room and liberate another pair of her stockings. Yet for the longest time I just wasn't having any luck at stealing from her. I never had the house to myself so I couldn't get into her bedroom without being caught doing it by one of my brothers or my sisters. I was getting desperate and mad about this situation until on day when I was downstairs it suddenly dawned on me to sneak into my three older sister's room and rifle through their dresser drawers to see if maybe I couldn't steal some nylons from them. In early August of that year the opportunity to sneak into their room presented itself to me and off I went. Scared but determined to get me some nylons I quietly crept into their room one afternoon and began rummaging around through their dressers. I went through every one of their underwear drawers and didn't hit pay dirt until I opened up the youngest of my three older sister's underwear drawer. I have to admit that I was crushed to discover that none of my sisters had nylon stockings like mom did. Instead because it was the seventies, all they had were these new fangled nylons called pantyhose. When I pulled out a pair and held them up they looked pretty sad and pitiful because they didn't hand down and show themselves like real nylon stockings do. Instead my sister's pantyhose were limp and wrinkled looking but hey at least they were nylons. Since beggars can't be choosers I hustled up and found a nice looking dark brown pair of pantyhose that I liked and I quickly stuffed the things down the front of my pants. Enjoying the feel of the material pressing up into my hardening cock I left their room and shot up the stairs and was out the door heading out towards the river so I could go off into my secret fort in the creek. It took about fifteen minutes to reach my hideout and once I entered the little clearing I immediately stripped off all of my cloths and spread them out on the ground so I could sit down and put my sister's nylons on. I was so anxious to put her pantyhose on that I must have fumbled around with them for more than a few minutes just trying to figure out how to pull the dam things up on my legs properly. Eventually I worked it out and man was I ever hard as I stood up and looked down at myself. Having sheer nylon pantyhose stretched across my feet, legs, hips, and ass gave me goose bumps. My little dick was so rock hard that I actually had to reach down and adjust myself and lay it upright against my abdomen. Man the feeling that exploded in my groin as my balls got smashed back into me and held tightly in place by the sheer material just made me shudder. For a moment all I could do was stand there motionless and look down at myself in amazement. I was totally captivated at the sight of myself wearing pantyhose. My feet and legs looked gorgeous as the sheer nylons hugged and gripped me in the most wickedly sensuous way. The pantyhose had reinforced toes and were what I latter learned you called a control top. God I was in heaven standing there looking at myself. Hesitating to move at first because the entire lower half of my body was tingling beyond description, I slowly turned around in place and gasped over and over again as wave after wave of pure pleasure shot through me. The pantyhose seemed to be alive on me and the slightest movement on my part just took my breath away. Oh it felt so nice to let my little girly side come out that afternoon in my hideout. I was determined to just walk around and enjoy feeling my sister's pantyhose on me but after I took just two simple little steps this tremendous jolt of pure ecstasy exploded throughout my crotch. I actually screamed out loud in pleasure when this happened and I was so taken by the feeling I simply collapsed back onto my cloths and came inside them. The pleasure was almost too much for me to bear and I rolled over on my side and just curled up into a tight little ball, holding my nylon clad legs and thrusting my hips forward as I squirted out one hot cum shot after another. That was the second and last time in my life where I have spontaneously ejaculated. By the time I finished shooting the front of the pantyhose below my belly button and all around the head of my little throbbing cock were simply soaked with my own cum. How long I laid there curled up into a tight ball I don't remember. As I moaned and groaned in pleasure I became aware of how softly tight those pantyhose gripped my naked ass and as I lay there smiling to myself I felt so happy and free that I simply fell into a deep, deep sleep. That afternoon I dreamed a wicked and nasty sick little dream that I believe is the main reason why I'm sexually attracted to older men. In my dream I fantasized about being force fucked by two old white men, local farmers living across the river from my hideout. Oh how lovely my nasty dream was. I want to share it with you all so read on but be prepared for some hard stuff. In my dream I was still sleeping inside my hideout wearing my sister's nylon pantyhose. At first I could see myself lying all curled up and then this noise, a loud rustling coming from the underbrush encircling my hideout woke me up. As I snapped my eyes open a wave of panic came over me because I didn't know what could be coming into my hideout. Maybe it was deer or a dog? But then to my utter shock and horror when I looked up instead of seeing an animal standing over me what I saw were two old white farmers. I was so frightened I froze in place. I didn't know what to do. I felt so humiliated and ashamed of myself being caught like a sick little girly boy bitch lying naked on the ground wearing my sister's pantyhose that my senses just went numb on me. I saw myself trying to curl myself up into as tight a little ball as possible as these two grown men stared down at me. I didn't want them to see that the front of my pantyhose were soaked with my own cum. As I hugged my legs tightly against my body I started crying because I was aware that because of the way I was laying my nylon covered ass was sticking out for them to look at. "What the fuck," said the man standing on the left. He had a very deep voice. When he said those words over me I thought the next thing he would do would be to reach down and grab me, raising me up to spank me like any adult would who unexpectedly caught a pantyhose wearing little girly boy. Through my tears I watched and waited for him to reach down and grab me. But instead of picking me up to give me a spanking I saw him straighten up and reach up and tip his beat up old hat back on his head. "This is one of them fucking Indian kids from town Tom." "And look what the little red prairie nigger is wearing," said the man called Tom. Like his friend he just stood there looking down at me. "He's got women's nylons on," he said as he bent his arms and rested his hands on his hips. "By God he does, don't he," replied the man on the left. I watched them glance over at each other and for an instant as they turned their heads I thought that I might be able to jump up from the ground and take off running away from them. But the instant passed and any chance of me springing to my feet so I could run away evaporated. "Jesus H. Christ," the man on the left said. "From the looks of things this little fucker was being nasty with himself. What the fuck were you doing in here you little savage," he said. Staring at him fear I tried to say something and answer him but when I opened my mouth to speak the only thing that came out was a loud sob. What was I going to do? I fully expected these two old white men to whip the shit out of me and punish me because they had caught me wearing nylon pantyhose. I felt my bowels tighten and I actually thought I was going to pee out of sheer fear because I knew that once these two finished spanking me they were going to drag me out of my hideout and then take me home. The realization of being stood up in front of dad and mom wearing nothing but my sister's pantyhose terrified me, hell when these two got me home looking like this I knew that I was going to end up getting the ass whipping of my life from dad. "Answer my friend you fucking Indian," Tom said. I could hear the anger in his voice but try as might I just couldn't speak. "Just look at this little red prairie nigger Tom," the man on the left said. He bent forward to peer intently at my pantyhose clad ass and as I fought to control the trembling of my body the man knelt down next to me and reached out and put a hand on my exposed ass cheek. "Just look at him. He's lying here all decked out wearing girl nylons." As he said this I felt him trail the palm of his hand across my ass and with just the tips of fingers he started to squeeze my cheeks. "God dam!" and I heard his voice catch. "This little prairie nigger is pretty." "Then maybe we should have a little fun with the fucker," Tom said. Like his friend he to knelt down beside me. "Yeah," the other one replied. Suddenly he put his free hand down on my leg and started stoking it. "Yeah," he repeated, "why don't we. You'd like that wouldn't you," and he leaned over bringing his face up next to mine. "You'd like if me and Tom got nasty with you, wouldn't you, you little savage." The smell of his bad breath made me wrinkle my nose. "Yeah you would," and then he put his lips on my temple and kissed me. Feeling the hair stubble of his unshaven chin scrapping against my cheek freaked me out and I only just managed to stifle a scream as he stuck out his tongue and started licking me. I bit my tongue to keep quiet as the man started muttering other things to me. "Oh you're a pretty little savage," I heard him say as he kissed and licked on my face. He was making other noises now and grunting like pigs do as I felt his hands go up to my ass so he could grab me by my cheeks. I was trying so hard to just stay frozen in place as this old man started fondling my ass that I had forgotten about his friend Tom. I became aware of Tom when I felt a second pair of hands grabbing at me. Without any difficulty Tom pulled my arms apart and broke the hold I had on my legs. Next he unfolded them and made me roll over onto my back. The instant I got straightened out I heard Tom gasp over me. "My God you have been being nasty with yourself," he said when he saw my still moist cum stain on the front of my pantyhose. "Look Benny. Look at the front of his nylons. The little fucking savage has creamed in them already. See," he said and with one of his finger tips he pressed down hard against the nylon fabric and squeezed a drop of my cum out. Staring at him I watched as he brought his finger to his lips and licked it. "Fucking little savage," I heard him say. He reached out then and put his hand on my now hardening cock. "Fucking little Indian whore," he rasped. "You're going to find out now what it's really like to be a little girly boy for a real man." "You tell him Tom," the other one named Benny said. Like Tom he reached down to grab me between the legs. Now I had both of them squeezing my cock and balls and inadvertently because feeling them groping at me felt so good I spread my legs apart. I started to like what they were doing to me and I was almost ready to begin reaching out so could start touching them when Tom suddenly turned mean on me. "God I hate you fucking Indians," he said and then he grabbed the front of my pantyhose and jerked them down to expose me. "Every fucking time I have to go to town I have to look around and see nothing but a bunch of you worthless fucking bucks walking around our town and acting like your fucking shit don't stink." He had the front of my pantyhose down under my balls as he said this and then he released them and they snapped into me causing me to whimper in pain as the material cut into the soft skin below my sack. "And you fucking Indian brats are worse then the full grown bucks," he said. Looking down at him I watched him undo the front of his bib overalls and push them down below his waist. On my left I heard Benny doing the same thing but I kept my eyes on Tom. Once he had his overalls down past his ass I got a good look at his hard cock sticking out from under his fat hairy belly as he grabbed my leg and lifted it up. Holding my leg in the air he scooted over to position himself over me and then he reached down and grabbed my other leg. Lifting it he put his hands behind both of my knees and then pushed out so my ass lifted off the ground in front of him. Meanwhile Benny had also finished getting his overalls out the way and I yelped out loud as one of his knees smacked me along side the head as he slide around behind my head. In a moment he was straddling my head. I felt his heavy hairy balls touching my forehead and I looked up and there just inches above my face was his hard cock. "Okay you little prairie nigger," he said. "Me and Tom are going to have us some fun now." Without warning he brought one of his down hard across my cheek, slapping me, and as opened my mouth, crying out in pain, he grabbed his hard cock and literally stuffed into my mouth. "You ain't ever gonna tell anyone about this prairie nigger," he said as he pushed his cock down into the back of my mouth. I gagged and tried to squirm away but he slapped me hard again and then laughed at me. "Fucking prairie nigger, suck this white mans cock. Suck it," he ordered and again he slapped me. I was crying and gagging from him pushing his cock into my mouth and fighting like mad to take a breath. I felt like I was going to choke to death as he pumped his cock into my mouth, forcing me to take him deeper and deeper. Then just as I thought I couldn't stand any more I felt this incredible warm wetness going around my own hard little cock. It was Tom. He was sucking my cock and great god almighty did that feel good. After that I got into my first real man on man sexual dream. Oh Christ was it ever so good. In my dream these two old white men just fucked the shit out of me and used me just like the little girly boy bitch I always want to be whenever I'm with my lover Bill. I dreamed about Tom kissing my nylon clad feet, licking my legs and finally pulling my pantyhose down so my hot willing asshole was exposed. As Benny held my legs up by my ankles I dreamed Tom called me every mean name and thing in the book as he got my asshole ready for cock by licking and sucking on it. I cried and cried out in pleasure as I dreamed about being dominated by these two strange white men. Oh I loved being so humiliated and abused by them that I entered into a kind of semi-sleep mode that afternoon in my hideout and started jacking myself off through my sister's pantyhose. In my dream Benny shot off in my hot young mouth and forced me to swallow his cum. Tom butt fucked me until I couldn't take his cock anymore and I let go my own massive cum shot. Then as Tom finished with me, he and Benny grabbed me and repositioned us all so I was left straddling Benny across the waist with his cock in my hungry ass and Tom was standing over me making me suck his cock. It was such a hot dream. When I finally woke up after shooting off another load of cum I was surprised to discover that my sister's stolen pantyhose were a ripped and worn wreck. I guess during my dream I had acted out my fantasy in my sleep. End for Now....