“I have a real fetish for stockings & pantyhose, sorry tights. I love the look of them on me and the feel against my skin. I also like how they look...and feel on my lovers.” Della was still stooped over the candle, inhaling the tendril like wisps of vapour extending from the wick.“Ditto, I really like them to.” Trudy said. “What are you doing with that candle? It smells really, really nice and fragrant.”“It’s not just the smell that’s nice.” Della said and joined Trudy on the settee.“Oh.” Trudy. ” she pleaded.I didn’t listen to her and instead, I started rubbing her pussy lips form behind. Mom couldn’t resist any longer and spread her legs again, giving me full access to her honey pot.I could feel the thin stubble as I smeared her pussy juices on her vaginal mound. I pinched her pussy lips, making her moan. I slid two fingers inside her at once and began fingering her pussy.Mom was also extremely horny. She unzipped my pant and took out my hard dick. She gently massaged it, often. She’d been told they outnumbered the women three to one. Perhaps she’d meet one in Oregon. Allowing her thoughts to wonder, she pictured the kind of man she would meet. He would be tall and handsome, also strong and brave, yet gentle and sensitive to her needs. Yes, surely such a paragon of men existed, just as her fiancé Seth had. That man had to be out there somewhere. Ione picked up a small looking glass, taking in her reflection. She was young and beautiful. She’d never had a problem. " Then get back to what you do best."As they rode down in the elevator, Greg and Hanna shared a look."Did we get everything we wanted?" Greg asked.Hanna shrugged. "Possibly. At least we weren't ordered to shut it down." Do you think anyone's reviewed any of the tapes?" Worried about our visit?"He nodded."Worried about what I might think?"He nodded again."If it means anything, I am, too. We should have realized the risk." We should have realized how thoroughly her subconscious controls that part.