"Handbrake's closer to you," I tease as Paul tickles my legs through thetights. "What is it with guys and tights anyway? If I go out bare-leggedor wea...ing nude hose I don't get half the stares if I'm wearing darkertights." I've told you before," Paul says, releasing his grip on my legs anddriving out of our driveway, "it's the fact that they're in directcontact with your crotch. If I touch your legs, I'm touching somethingthat's touching your lady area, so in a roundabout way, I'm touchingyour. I was family and any one with me was family. There was no way that any of the others were going to be denied to opportunity to see family. Martha had a way about her; you just didn’t want to argue with her.So, we had lunch together and the stories began. They would grow in content and detail as time passed and memories changed perceptions. However, it was good to be there. We were sitting down enjoying our afternoon together when I noticed a glint. It caught my eye for a moment and then was. She was definitely looking at his hard erect cock and Jerry could do nothing to hide his arousal and extended his hands to offer her the 7up can, she had asked for. As she reached for her drink, she deliberately grazed her hand on the tautness of the fabric where it stretched under pressure of the inflated cock inside and Jerry could not stop his hips to push forward to rub her hand better. She smiled, took the can from his hand and while bringing it down to her, she stopped and rested the cold. We were soon called to tea, nothing un-towards being said, though a secret wink to me said mother had a fair idea of the wonderful day we had had as they went through the girl`s drawings, mother excepting the framed one with a blush that said a lot and had my dad grinning broadly and remarking it had caught my best features! Dad took Charlotte home next day, on his way to work, her, thanking Mr and Mrs Wabbit, for the wonderful “time away” as she left. After she had gone mother asking if.