As for Mrs. Devers's Student Court the local PTB are so firmly on the fence they have pickets up their asses. They keep saying "maybe next year," but ...he keeps trying. The woman has the patience of a saint and the tenacity of a pit bull.I swooshed the sponge-load of suds over the next car in line. Enjoying the memory of that meeting, and the sun on my bare back -- and other parts of me.Then I bent over to wash a hubcap, giving the peanut gallery a moon view of my tight bottom and Wow! Some. I was starting to think I shouldtell my Mom I wanted to call this experiment off but then I saw allthose hose scattered across my bed. MY HOSE. Yes, these were mine.Don't you want to try them I asked myself? I sat down and startedreading the various packages and looking at the pictures, all ofbeautiful legs encased in hose or tights. No, I was going to go throughwith this. This was my dream come true wasn't it?A knock at the door brought me back to reality. "Jamie?" my motherasked."Come in."My. And at the end of the day, when I would see you, I’d remember how you taught me to fly.Oh, god, how can men do that? Make a woman feel this incredible sense of passion and take it away. Close the door? Seal off from the world that they were ever brave enough to feel this way. To give all to take all, to share all. Oh god, when you breathed into my neck and pressed me against that brick wall, I died and was reborn in the blink of an eye. All I cared about was feeling this way. Feeling you touch. "Time for me to teach you your first lesson, lean over across me."She looked surprised at the command yet obediantly she did just as she was told and leaned over across my lap, her elbows resting on the cushion beside me and her belly was pressing on my crotch, pressing down on my cock underneath my jeans, I could feel that senstaion alone was causing me to start getting hard but I had to focus on what I was doing. I placed my hands to the bottom of her jean skirt as she held her bum in the air.