He looked her up and down, his glance hesitating on the swell of her tits, and then he smiled.Brenda had a sudden inspiration. She smiled back at him ...nd said, "It's nice to shop when the store is empty, isn't it?"They started talking. She made a pretense of buying some nylons and soon she was asking his advice about the various shades and about whether pantyhose were really going out of style.He was very much a gentleman, polite and easygoing, and fifteen minutes after they met he invited her. "Mom, I love you. I'll always love you. I don't think you're sick. I've lived here so long I don't even remember Earth, much. It's just ... I never had any idea."This seemed to cheer her up, which I was glad for, but there was a part of me that wasn't happy. A part of me was angry, for no reason I could identify. Angry, and jealous. But why? I was panchrono myself, why should I-"Mom, I ... I just realized I never told you, I'm panchrono. Are you panchrono, or just paedo? I know on places like. He knew I did it on purpose, and so did his cock which wassuddenly as attentive as an English Pointer. The birds in question wereapparently somewhere on the ceiling. I turned to face him, my cleavageattempting to make a break for it, barely contained in a black lacepush-up bra, my legs encased in black stockings...I unbuttoned his shirt, sliding my hands over his chest and back as Ipulled it off and flung it over his laptop glowing blue on the table.Undoing his belt and traced his treasure. He did that for a bit, while slowly bending me more and more, and going deeper and deeper. There were a few times during all of this where I did make a sound of discomfort, but he just kind of touch my head and said "you'll be ok". I could tell he was enjoying himself, so I didn't want to ruin that. He then stopped for a second, handed me a pillow under the blanket and told me to cover my face. I didn't understand why at first, but did what he said, and he threw the cover back over me. He then.