I tried them on, and I liked how they felt and looked, but the slit in the dress was too high up my leg; the top of my stockings was visible. I wore s...eer black pantyhose instead. Mom wore a strapless top that was kind of a triangle of gauzy and sheer lace; it went over her boobs and tied behind her back, leaving most of her back and sides showing, but hanging loose over her tits. She was really swaying underneath it. She also wore a long and gauzy skirt that had two long, long slits, one up. .."But I had backed off.Right when he was about to shoot (as if I'd let him) I moved from a full grip to just lazily teasing the head of his cock with two fingers.He lifted his head up and stared down at his cock with shock - the stress of his so fucking close orgasm apparent on his face.He was transfixed - unable to think of anything else besides the pressure in his poor, aching dick.I said, "Don't worry, I'm gonna let you come soon," with my most saccharine smile. "But don't you want to feel. We were shown to our suite and set about getting dressed for dinner. Well, I was blown away. Gatsby couldn’t have put on anything more alluring or grand and the evening was absolutely fantastic. Yes, our friends were now into drugs where Chas and I just weren’t, there was also a lot more cross-couple flirtation than I’d remembered but it seemed innocent enough and I reminded myself that it was a big world out there with a lot of ways to live life; heck, it wasn’t like I was a prude or anything. He rushed in to mop quickly and head for home. He hated walking through thick fog and he had a feeling this was going to be heavy.He ran up the stairs to the booth and gathered up his books, placing them quickly in the leather satchel. It was called a soft briefcase, but he thought it looked like a purse – he hated it but being a gift from his mother he always carried it. Moving from the booth he caught his reflection in the office doors glass windows. Shit – I look like some fag carrying a.