Two weeks before Becky moved out to attend College in another part of the State, I was busily enjoying my favorite past time and too involved to hear ...y bedroom door open late at night when it did."Jake? Jake? You asleep?" Becky had asked too quietly when she came into my bedroom. Only then did I realize she was even there, but the damage was already done as she quite easily saw what it was I was doing."Oh. I'm sorry!" Becky quickly closed the door and went back out into the hallway and seconds. The old man had asked her several times whether she was cold, but each time she just giggled and answered no, for some reason enjoying the goosebumps on her arms and legs while the alcoholic blood gushed through her arteries like hot rum.At last, without a word, the old man cranked shut his own window, then reached across her and cranked shut hers. The truck kept bouncing along as he performed this maneuver, and Lynn was amazed that they didn't run off the highway. She half-wished they would,. She takes a step forward, I sense her close behind me. I can see her shoes through my legs. There’s a pause, but she doesn’t touch me. I’m on tenterhooks, fearing the unexpected. And then I hear her step back. “Up you get!” I stand up straight again. She gives me a light slap on the bum as she passes me and walks back to her desk, still flashing a toothy smile at me. I wonder if she might be a lesbian. She does look the part. “I’d like you to stay nude, Emma, but please have a seat on the. The three girls had supposedly gone shopping with Aunt Mary, leaving me to my carnal pantyhose pleasures while they were gone. What I didn't know was that Abby had left the others to return home, feigning a stomach upset. But I found out later that she suspected I was tampering with her lingerie and she intended to catch me. She told me later that she had noticed stains on her pantyhose when she washed them and as she was 18, and sexually active, she had good idea what those stains were.I was.