” “Well, you may have seen it before, but not on me.” She dragged out the “me.” “You don’t really expect me to expose myself indecentl...?” “It can’t be indecent exposure if you’re in your own living room and it’s only you and me, your son, present and it’s not like I’ve never seen you down there either” “You have?” She asked, knitting her brow as a shy smile played on her face, “you’re talking about the other morning when I had on that little towel” “Not only then, several other times,”. Looking down at the cuff of her jeans, the first thing I noticed was the disturbing absence of pantyhose I’d been expecting. Naturally, I was disappointed, especially after spending my whole night tossing and turning in anticipation of seeing them the next morning.My first instinct was to say something about it. Then, I remembered how concerned she was talking about my fetish. So the last thing I wanted to do was call any undue attention to it right away.We stood there enjoying a warm hug, when. Federal permit. Judge Overton helped me get it. I hope you’re not mad.”“Hell, no, sweetie. Good thinking. I never considered it. I should have. I just carry on the plane and keep it in my bag in the car. That’s so cool. You want anything?”“Yes, Sir. Could you have Kitten get a few bags of chips and some dip. She knows what we like.”“Sure, Angel. If you see anything else, throw it in the basket on the way up.”“SALAD FIXINS!!” She yelled as I went around the corner.“GOT IT!!” I found short shorts. He was almost unbearably hard. Knowing nothing useful would be accomplished until he had relief, he closed his bedroom door, yanked down his pants and sat back down. He turned and looked at his bed. In his mind's eye, he was on top of her, in her, pounding away as hard as he could. It did not take much time until a powerful orgasm nearly knocked him from his chair.He sat for a bit, recovering. He found a dirty shirt and cleaned the surprisingly big mess off the floor. He was going to have to.