At least not on a secretary's salary. Being lost actually suited me at the moment. I was still way too nervous. I wasn't at all sure I could go throug... with this.You see, I like to wear pantyhose. I'm not gay (not that there's anything wrong with that). I'm not a transvestite, or a crossdresser. At least I don't think I am. I like the way hose feel on my legs. On my ass, holding my crotch. The feeling is hard to describe. The way it feels to me, is like the bottom half of my body is in a giant,. A shadow moved in the corner of my vision outside the classroom door. I looked up, but it was only a cloud passing across the sun.My student-free morning was finally over. Josh's thousand word essay only kept me entertained for ten minutes of the almost three hours I sat alone in the classroom. Sadly he used up most of his insight in his selection of the subject. There wasn't really much meat in the essay; he wasted too many words on a misguided attempt to explain Fermat's Little Theorem and. Orelius humped the girl for an hour, long after his brothers had finished with the younglings and their mother. Orelius didn’t stop fucking the tight virgin cunt under him after his brothers left. He had no fear that one of the girl’s family members would come up behind him, after all, his brothers were thorough in their work. No one in the house was alive except for him and the tight cunt under him. The girl was an adult, albiet barely. She had admitted as much to his brothers that she had. I sat in the secure room at the bank and went through our safe deposit box and did an inventory. Carla had already removed any personal items of her own, but had left the insurance policies and other important papers. Nothing was missing that should not have been. I made a note to change the beneficiaries on my policies and will. Then I remembered that I would need to change next-of-kin notification on a number of items as well.The house seemed like a tomb first thing in the morning. Phil was.