This way I removed my pantyhose and trousers at the same time. I would toss my hose in my locker and hang my shirt and pants before going in to the g...m.One day, I was getting dressed when I was caught with my pantyhose. I had put my shirt on and was debating whether or not to put the pantyhose back on. I had accidentally rolled the waistband and part of the panty. If anyone has done this you know it can sometimes be difficult to unfurl the pantyhose. I looked at them a second time and. It didn’t hurt but it was, you know, pretty strange. That man moved her legs apart. There wasn’t any v******e. And judging by the relaxed condition of my mom, her legs slid apart by themselves. Apparently she felt something rocky from the rear that made her feel that way. She was holding me by the shoulders. Suddenly I felt one more hand sliding between me and the mom’s thighs. That was a rough big hand. My mom was all for it! She tried to move me aside a bit. I lowered my eyes and saw that. ’ ‘Do you know the old saying, ‘If it looks like a duck, and it walks like a duck, and it quacks like a duck, it’s a duck.’ The same thing goes in the courtroom. If it looks like a set up, it’s a set up. If it’s too good to be true, look around you, on top of you, underneath you, and around you, because someone is going to slip a knife between your ribs, and kill you. As sure as the day is long, someone has a trick up their sleeve, and is waiting to spring it on you. I just pulled the easiest. Tasha froze. Did the server just see what I just did? Of course the table was draped in a long white linen tablecloth providing enough coverage, yet Tasha felt self-conscious, especially with the aroma of her wet pussy perfuming the air. The server laid out their dishes then left them without a sign that she knew what naughty business was going on under the table of this fine establishment. “So, are they?” Sharon asked again as she delicately picked up a small sandwich to nibble. Tasha realized.