Woman of my dreams is making me the woman of my dreams (pt 1)

She leaned forward and collapsed on top of me as we lay there for what seems like an hour basking in the afterglow.

I had gone completely limp inside of her, but the moment she lifted off of my, and started to slide the stocking off of my cock, I became rock hard again.

“wow – you REALLY like stockings, don’t you?”

“more than anything” I smiled.

She laid back and basked in the afterglow as I tucked myself back into her panties.

“we should get up and showered – I need some food – and then we have a lot of things to do”

“like what?” I asked

“Victorias secret for a start, then a few places that I like to buy nylons at – and we will finish off the day at the spa – I think you need some waxing, and we both need a mani/pedi”

“I will buy anything you want me to buy, as long as I can buy matching things for you too” I grinned.

“DEAL!” she proclaimed. “but the waxing is important – I need you to look good in your new panties tonight if youre going to be my girlfriend” she said with another evil grin.

I think I love this woman.

… to be continued.