"Thanks for stopping, mister." No problem. My name's Ben. What's yours?" Lisa." Where you headed?" Don't matter much. Just so long as I get there fast..."I looked her over. She was what you might describe as a skater chick. Looked to be about 18 or so. Baggy pants, black t-shirt. Short jet black hair pulled into 2 small pigtails. She was skinny- she almost had a boyish body with a flat chest and small ass. She had a pierced eyebrow, pierced nose, and when she talked I could see her pierced. I commented that she didn’t look like a Joe. She laughed the most amazing laugh and told me her dad; the original Joe has opened the place about 30 years ago. She bought it from him and just left the name as it was. No sense screwing with something that works. I agreed and said “If it ain’t broke, don’t fix it”. She laughed again and said that was he thought exactly. Over the next several weeks I went to Joe’s a couple of times a week. Sometimes I came in for dinner, sometimes only for a drink.. It looked almost like a battle ground. Yeah, a battle ground littered with teenage pussies, a young mother, and an old man, all momentarily sated.I heard the breathing start to get back to normal."Some worthless cunt had a question for me, I believe.Holly said, "Yes I do, my King and Master." Speak, Peasant."Holly moaned and then said, "Sir, My sisters and I want to knock your socks off at the dance, tonight. My father has given me a very special, large monetary gift. It is so that I may take. And then she stepped away for amoment and minced to her dresser and returned with another pair of hervintage nylons and a garter belt!"I'm not, not going to wear any nylons M...Madge," he gasped. But sheonly continued by yanking the garter belt over his head and down to hisupper chest. The garter belt upside down now, the sturdy garter strapson top. She then took the sheer beige nylon stockings and worked thepair fully up Timmy's slender arms! "Wha...what are you d...doing auntM...Madge!?".