"Stop it, John, God, I can't stand it... please, stop?" she entreated him, choking with shams as she perceived with even further horror that unwelcome...quivers of lewd enjoyment were beginning to radiate through her subjugated body from his depraved assault on her warmly throbbing cunt.His hands suddenly slid under her firm buttocks that were desperately grinding into the cushions of the couch in a useless effort to escape the obscene ravishment he was inflicting upon her. With his big fingers. My heart was pounding. He said “looks like some nice stockings, huh?” I immediately replied “they aren’t mine.” He then said “oh, well, I’m not judging, just saying they look nice, probably feel good on the skin too.” He walked past me and picked up the pantyhose by the toe of one of the legs. “Oh, its pantyhose!” he exclaimed. “Have to say, black pantyhose is sexy, don’t you think?” The only reply I could muster was “I guess so, but they aren’t mine.” He said “they aren’t your. I said I'll follow you and help, she said Ok. I followed her to one of the poshest areas of our town, she pulled into the drive of a beautiful house, I drove in also, as I got out she said "I'm home alone the staff have gone home for the weekend", I replied "Not to worry", with that she accepted my help of unloading her car and taking her groceries into the kitchen.As we sat down with a coffee she asked me all sorts of questions as she looked me up and down, about herself she said her husband. " Properly?" I asked."Just like you thanked me properly before," she said.With my face burning with humiliation, I got off the sofa, then turnedto face her."I apologize for accusing you of turning our son into a woman," I saidand dropped a deep curtsey."Apology accepted," she chimed. "Now, as far as your own feelings areconcerned..." My feelings?" I asked."Your feelings, yes," she repeated. "Now, you said you don't feel like awoman after wearing a dress for the evening, but how can you tell?" I.