It was all about wearing all of them.I had gotten through wearing half the box when I heard Dad at my door. I was sitting on my bed wearing jet black ...ylons, my briefs and a light blue button down shirt. He cleared his throat and announced that the pizza had arrived and then turned and headed down to the kitchen. For a moment, I hesitated getting up from my bed. I wondered “should I slip the stockings off, will Dad get angry if I wear them downstairs?” I decided to keep them on. After all, he. She had on the college T-shirt I bought her at graduation, and it showed off her breasts. I love how a tight T-shirt will form-fit around a woman’s chest. Tracey’s breasts are perfect. They are also the first breasts that I’ve ever seen in person. We were in my car in front of her house late one night. I was fumbling around inside her shirt trying to undo the back of her bra. She finally reached in the front and popped the clasp and asked, “Is this what you were looking for?” Breasts! I was. She has small boobs but they seem perfectly well proportioned. She has been working for me for the past 2 years and would always come in early in the morning, do her work and leave in about an hour or so.We would hardly ever exchange any conversation apart from the necessary things to say. One thing I noticed was that she would always cover herself up very well whether it was summer or winter. About a month ago, I decided to see what I can do to make her less apprehensive and more approachable.. The entire scene was becoming awkward. Dave then ran his forefinger over the ring I was wearing on my left little finger, complimenting my jewellery. That’s when I began panicking.Fixedly staring at me after our main courses had arrived, Dave asked, “If I offend you with what I am about to say, I apologize unreservedly, but I have a strong feeling that you might be gay.”Without looking up I placed a forkful of food in my mouth and began chewing very slowly, playing for time. He followed suit..