Don't worry about him, he loves when I do this sort of thing. It turns him on." He couldn't believe it but I assured him that was the case. I took h...m upstairs in our bedroom and got naked. He took his clothes off too so we were both as naked as we were the day we were born. We got on the bed and he climbed on top of me. He pressed his lips to mine and felt me with his strong hands. He went down to my neck and kissed me there. He moved further south and began licking and sucking my hard. This was getting better, Kete was so full of class that was such a turn on."So why don't you touch them?" She said looking straight into my eyes. Did I hear what she just said?, I repeated the words in my head trying to work out if I had heard this correctly."I put them on for you; I know you like fully fashioned black stockings."How did you know? I asked. She told me that she had been looking at my Facebook profile and could see I was a member of a few black stocking fetish pages.She got out. My thighs begin to burn and clench as I begin to feel my arousal throbbing. Your dick is just as I imagined it, your defined head curving to the right ever so slightly as you become semi-firm in your naked state. You lean back on your couch and begin to rub your hand back and forth over your trimmed pubic hair, occasionally gently stroking your member. I can feel that I am overly wet and have probably spotted the back of my skirt, but my hands are drawn to my aching button, which is begging to. His mind was busier with brushing away such absurd ideas—who dresses nicely at home anyway, duh?—than with the obnoxious calls for attention from the rugrat on his backseat. At the same time, he was mentally picking the color and degree of transparency of the negligee she would be wearing for him, against all voices reasoning he should not expect anything like that from a mother who was, for all he knew, married.She would never invite him in and even if she did, he would politely decline; he.