I feel you squirm and writhe against me, my fingers pulling at the hem of your dress, edging it that bit higher. The sensual touch of your stocking th...ghs, fingers upon your inner thighs stirring my hunger further. My thumb dances over your pebbled nipples, taut and engorged beneath the combination of dress and intricate lace bra that I knew would match that of your panties and stockings. I could feel my heat pounding, my desires overwhelming to the point that my grasp of control was teetering. Sheila’s business was home based, so she cared after the kids as they grew too adolescent and then young women. Investments had paid off, and luckily I had gotten out of the stock market just before the current recession took its toll on America. So, the year was then 2009, a year of both joys and tragedies recalled. As I have said, Sheila had gotten sick when the twins were about 15; she was diagnosed with early onset diabetes, and on top of that severe osteoporosis, a deadly combination. “Hiya Jacie, we never got a chance to talk last night, you left so suddenly!” Laura seemed far too chirpy for this hour of the morning. Jacie eyed her up and down, her shapely legs clad in black leggings. The smooth white skin of her flat tummy showing above them, under her figure-hugging black vest that showed off her round breasts and perfect cleavage. “What do you want?” Mumbled Jacie sleepily “Well, I wanted to see if you were ok, Jack seemed to think you were upset when you left last. Two guys were sleeping on her bed in the next room and she was standing in front of the bathroom mirror. She could see them sprawled there, while she stared at herself. Her big titties used to be small, yes she remembered being an A-cup. Her tongue didn’t used to be pierced. She stood looking into her eyes, lost in memory as cum leaked from her cunt and asshole. They hadn’t gone to the school the right way and it seemed odd at first, then the guys at the school strapped VR helmets on them..