"Do you like my thigh highs, Michael?"So stunned, he couldn't even complete the sentence as the sexual attack on his senses overwhelmed him. "I-I-um-I...I-well-I...."I grabbed his hand and put it on my leg. "Go ahead, son, feel Mommy's stockings."He obeyed, obsessed, like a kitten with a string, by the silky feeling. I moaned, "Mmmmm, Michael, your hand feels so nice on Mommy's legs."A moment later, I put my foot back down and jumped up onto the kitchen table. He looked at me and watched as both. With no condom on and Kim riding me like a champ I have to admit I did not last long. Five minutes into it I have no choice but to announce, ‘I’m gonna cum,’ I pull out and have a great mid-afternoon spurt on her strawberry blond bush. Kim cleaned my semen off her with some night table Kleenex as best she could. We both redressed and rejoined the party. Meanwhile, my cock and pubic hair are sticky with her juices, but she smelled pretty good down there so I didn’t give it much thought. Fast. Finally I got home, I knew I would have the house to myself for a little while, Mum and Dad didn't get home till around 6, and Matt wouldn't bother me, he'd probably play on a computer or something. I went to my room, closed my door, took my skirt and underwear off, and my hand dove straight back to my slit. I played with myself for what felt like an eternity, I heard Matt come home, and he wandered straight to his room, after what felt like half an hour, I was still playing, and started to. "I'm and ex con you turned into a hero," he said with a strange look on his face."I see, so now tell me who I am," I said."I can tell you who you were and I can tell you what your condition is, but that is not nearly enough to explain who you are. You should read your biography to get all that. You always want to know what happened to your brain since you don't remember much." he said."Yeah Royce, tell me that," I said dreading the answers."For one thing your memory is gone for the most part. I.