I was nervousputting on the stockings at first; once again it was something taboo. Thesecond one was much easier as I rolled it from the toe on up to ...y thigh.The nylons had elastic bands and stayed up by themselves.I closed my eyes and indulged in it all. I was inspired in new exotic waysby the sheer caress of the nylons and the loving touch of the panty and bra,and the way the camisole wafted lovingly against my stomach and waist. Istood and looked in his dresser mirror, posing from both. ‘Hey guys,’ Cassie said just as they stepped out. Both of them turned to look at her. ‘I’m just being uptight because you guys are my most favourite people in the world. I don’t want to see either of you guys hurt.’ Gavin’s eyes softened as he read the concern and sincerity in Cassie’s eyes. ‘Lissy and I are too alike to ever get together Cass,’ he said gently. ‘So we can’t ever hurt each other. Or you. Now you go to sleep before we decide to tuck you in.’ ‘Don’t you dare,’ Cassie said, looking. She smiled, kissed me, stroked my straining cock, andsaid, “You will. You certainly will.”She made me lie back on her bed and then squatted abovemy loins, frog like, legs bent, hands down on my ribs,pink labia extended. “Now,” she said as she loweredherself until her pursed outer lips were just touchingmy glans. “If the pain gets too great, if you feel likescreaming, go right ahead. The girls are used to it.But the last man I had in here, an instructor as Irecall,. Mymakeup was done. And so was I.My mother applauded and hugged Miss Vickie.Brenda took my mother back to the other chair and gave her rollered haira misting of water to wet it a little. Miss Vickie did the same to me.My curlers were wetted in anticipation of being installed under thedryer. My mother and I would be side by side. The dryers were hugestainless steel torpedo shaped machines which came down from the ceilingabove each styling chair. Now I was allowed to see myself in the mirroras the.