”“I don’t want to hear about it,” Sean said.“Max’s mother called and wanted to know if we would come over for a visit one night,” his mo...her said.“Why would they invite you over?” Sean asked. He regretted asking the question even before the words were out of his mouth.“She mentioned something about a leather and lace party,” his mother said.“I don’t want to hear about that,” Sean said putting his hands over his ears.“Coach Slaughter called. He wanted to know if we’d be interested in working out. It also meant she could join me in entertaining our guest.At 5pm we decided close the office and head back to my house to freshen up. In the car on the way back to my house I could not help looking at Reena’s legs, in particular the soft creamy thigh between her dress and boots, it was such a turn on. Rena saw this and started stroking my thigh working her way up to my growing cock. She then slightly parted her legs, and started fingering her pussy. Within a few seconds she took her fingers. The cum I swallowed from my simulacrum this morning blazed like a fire in my stomach, available to be used to manipulate the world around me. I could conjure flames, summon winds, precipitate water, move earth, and even enhance life. To me, the world was malleable and infinitely reshapable so long as I had the energy and the understanding.Magic, unlike the divine powers of priests and paladins or witchcraft that cajoled or bound natural spirits, required the mage to provide the power. I didn't. Smooth nylon brushed my exposed head and made me shiver. Then I really noticed the top of the nylons. I hadn't occurred to me there would be any difference in the panty part of the hose, but there was. From front to back there was a semi-opaque swath. Lace-edged and in a Brazilian-cut shape they were absolutely a feminine French design. My heart sank. "Nice -- very nice. You look cute in pantyhose."I scowled and looked around the room for my ski pants. I wanted to cover up quickly and be done..