. ? she wondered, yes it is. A light, right at the back of the shop coming from a small room.She began an insistent rapping on the shop window. It se...med an age but eventually she saw the shadowy figure of someone coming towards her. The door opened. Without thinking and with a hastily murmured "Can I just come in for a moment," she pushed passed into the dryness and warmth of the shop. Grabbing a tissue from her pocket she mopped at her face and told her story to the man. He listened without. He stated that he liked that kind of stuff and actually put his hand on my knee. I took another big drink of the lemonade and my head immediately felt woozy. He had put something in and I was actually feeling loose and almost high from it. My speech was slurring slightly as his hand remained on my knee. I tried in vain to change the subject again but he kept going back to my legs.I had some fun wearing shiny tights and pantyhose before but this was unexpected and I never messed around with a. He was incredibly horny, imagining some guy sucking her little tits, sliding a finger into her pussy and then pressing his dick deep inside of her, maybe fucking her doggy style, or bending her over the bed. Just the thought got him hard again, and as he beat his meat he studied the young innocent face of his little sister. He had to see what was going on in that room. As the week passed, Jack couldn’t help but notice his sister in a different light, and see for the first time just how. The young woman sat up straight, her meagre frame as poised asruthlessly instructed, soft hands resting limply on her lap. She idlyfingered the sheer material of the seven denier smokey nylons she'd sorecently very carefully and attentively attached to her expensive metalclasped vivid pink lace and satin suspender belt.As Auntie Trudy never tired of reminding her, those nylons did "feeldelicious when properly worn." Missy hated herself for even thinkinglike that. How could she even pretend to.