" My mouth began to water as I pictured theburgers Dad brought home the other day. It couldn't hurt to indulge onemore time, could it?"Sounds great,...but who told you?" I paused for a second but answered myown question, "Britney!" Yeah..." he sheepishly replied as we began the drive. "I've neverbeen, but... but everyone likes a burger, right?"I pondered his rhetorical question as I recognized yet another,admittedly insignificant, change in his life. It was a mainstay of mylife because my. I told her that i loved tights and that i loved her legs and the fact that she always wore tights and i told her i liked to wear tights also and that i'd always wanted to get a pair of her worn tights and the white ones were my favourites so as the opportunity arose i couldn't help myself and the temptation was too great so i took them then wore them when i got home. She seemed intrigued and then said "i hope they felt nice and i hope you enjoyed them". i told her i did very much. She then. "Who gets to know this information?"Ken smiled warmly."There are a couple of ways I can answer that question," he replied."How about the straight honest truth?"His brow wrinkled as he answered. "Unfortunately, although I will tell you the truth, there is nothing straightforward about it. So here's how it goes. Anything you tell me, even though you're a minor, is held in strict confidence. That seems straight forward enough, doesn't it? Now, for the curve. If you tell me anything that suggests. K.?”Stacy blushed and said, “Jennifer called me and was quite direct about our evening. Thank you, Mr. President.” Rather than talk where a Secret Service Agent might hear us, I hurried her to the off limits area of my home.Jennifer looked happy and something else that I couldn’t put my finger on. The thing I could put my finger on was her wonderful bottom, which I did with a squeeze that I followed up by sliding my index finger all the way down until I was pressing up through her silky panties.