After John left my Dad asked me if I was looking for a real date with John and what my intensions were. He knew that I had a crush on John so I relent...d and told him that I intended on staying the night with him. My Dad was a little shocked but I explained that I would rather learn from an experienced man that I could trust and not some guy that just wanted to get into my pants. He understood and kind of agreed with me but warned me that John Banks had a reputation with young ladies and yes he. I started looking around at some of the girl's lockers and noticed four were open without the locks on,so I decided to check them all out the first one just had a few books in it.When I got to the second one I could smell the delicious scent of sweaty pussy before I even got the door open!I could feel my pulse increase and my cock started to throb with desire,so I unzipped my jeans and put them on the locker room bench,then pulled my underwear down and sat them on the locker room bench, reached. I still wore stockings or pantyhose almost every day, something I did originally because it was his fetish. Even odder, he insisted I only wear sheer, sandlefoot stockings as he wanted to clearly see my toes at all times, which I still wore. He was a leg and toe freak and pleasing him so long with this attire, I had become a stocking freak too.Thus, it was ironic that when I bumped into him after all these years, I was in jeans, just having got off a three hour flight, the day before. His eyes moved up to meet mine in a loving, imploring look. "What the hell, let him watch his Aunt’s body and forget about that bitch Isha” I thought, and undid the clasp to my bra. The change in his face was electrifying. His eyes lit up and a hungry smile came to his face. His tongue slipped out, moistening his lips, and he began to look less like a timid youth and more like a hungry wolf. I loved his attention he was giving me when he was eyeing my boobs. Rahul was mesmerized by my breasts,.