The tee shirt that Maisie was wearing was quite short when she was sitting and when she reached across to get her drink her legs parted and I had the ...erfect view between her legs and the little tuft of fine pubic hairs, her protruding labia lips were just itching to be licked and just seeing them made my cock twitch.As she grabbed her drink her legs came together again but I was sure she saw me looking and smiled as she took another gulp of juice finishing her glass, “Ohh sir, this is so nice. He held them up in front of him as he looked them up and down then said “these nylons look new, are all of them like this?” I answered him back “yes, I told you they had not been worn. They aren’t dirty and they are all new.” I continued folding pair after pair when he said “you don’t have time for that, just scoop them up.” I frantically tried to fold them before I put them in the box. I saw Dad bend down toward my bed and scoop up at least a dozen pairs in his hands. The stockings were. "Yeah, I'm fine now." We're going down to the beach in a while, so you want to come?" Cassy followed up. "Nah, thanks though," I said. "I've got some summer reading I need to start." "Summer reading?" Tori scoffed. "What is it? Dick and Jane?" "Cute. Very cute." I countered. "It's actually a very important book by Ray Bradbury, called The Martial Chronicles." "Well excuuuuuuuuse me!" Cassy quipped, cracking herself up.I got up from the table and went upstairs. Opening my bag in the closet, I. I could tell she was angry but she was ‘on stage’ (that’s what I call it when she goes into her theater chick mode) and she wasn’t going to let anything get her down. She looked at me and I was like, ‘What the fuck was that all about?’‘Just a skanky bitch that is jealous of women with marketable talents.’We didn’t talk about it much, but as the evening went on it was obvious the big dyke was going around talking to several people. I would walk over to the bar or to certain areas of the dance.