His mom worked as an account manager so frequently wore business suits with skirts. She always wore either navy blue, smoky grey or black pantyhose wi...h her suits as well. I enjoyed it when I was there and she came back in from work, usually finding an excuse to try and catch a glimpse of her in her suit before she changed into her tracksuit bottoms and removed her pantyhose. After she'd changed I'd try and sneak into her room and go through her pantyhose drawer. It was a veritable treasure. For awhile I went through the motions, then I tried to clutter up my mind with distractions, and finally I fell into depression.I don't remember trying to get out of that shadowed hole. It just happened. One day I talked with one of the delivery people I was using to bring me the provisions I didn't have the strength to get myself. A week later I sat out by the pool for an hour. A month later I was getting my own groceries and it progressed from there.There came a day when my need for a social. As they got closer I saw that they were black men. One of the men was older, and looked to be about fifty years old, and the other man was about thirty.They finally reached our location, and the older man spoke, “Howdy, hikers. What are you guys doing this far off the main trail? We just heard on the radio that a huge thunderstorm with heavy rains is coming our way, and it will be dangerous for you two out here.”I said, “We saw this side trail on the map, and thought it would be fun to go to. As I made my way down the hall I slid my shorts down my hips and let them slip down my smooth legs until they hit my bare feet. Turning into his bedroom I lifted my left foot out of the shorts and kicked them to Bill with my right. Bill was standing at the end of the bed with his cock in his left hand and his right patting the edge of the bed. As my shorts flew his way he grabbed them from the air and gave them a quick sniff before tossing them on the bed. When I got to the bed I crawled onto.