In the early morning in the kitchen I'm standing here in pantyhose - my penis dangles slightly and I brew a pot of coffee. Yes, you see correctly - I brew the black without a machine - and wear a suitable nylon. On my feet are old slippers of a friend in a camouflage look. Worn out they make a great foot and the scent of nylon when taking off in the evening is super delicious. For a fetishist like me, that's awesome. Then my bladder also presses and I have to go to the bathroom to the toilet. The yellow urine gushes from the delicate acorn into the toilet. End and off to coffee.