"Rod was too elated to really listen. He drained his glass and poured himself a generous amount of straight scotch. He raised his glass in a mock toas.... "Don't be a prude. Listen, I tell you it's all right. Little grass won't hurt a thing."Gail stared up at her husband filled with a dread of what was coming. He was standing in front of her, drinking, gulping. She knew his pattern. If he kept on like this, he would soon be drunk. A premonition, a sudden flashing sense of what was going to. "Setzen Sie sich doch bitte" bot der junge Mann ihr an und führte sie zu einem etwas ungewöhnlichen Stuhl. Erschöpft ließ sie sich fallen und merkte plötzlich, daß sie ihre Arme und Beine gar nicht mehr bewegen konnte. Sie wollte aufstehen und etwas sagen, aber es rang sich nur ein lallender Ton aus ihrem geöffneten Mund. "Keine Angst" versuchte der Mann sie zu beruhigen, "entspannen Sie ganz einfach, lassen Sie sich fallen. Ich kümmere mich schon um sie." Die Stimme beruhigte sie etwas aber. Mommie was hot for Louise when she first stepped in our beautiful home. Her outfits were always sexy and at the edge of scandalous. Louise's legs personified perfection. She KNEW IT TOO. Her creme colored tight skirt was at least 5 inches above her knees. The pantyhose she was wearing shimmering in the sunlight showing off her thighs and elongated calves in her 4 inch white patent leather high heels. As mommy watched, Louise smoothed out her silken nylons shifting them up a bit. Mommy licked. I nod, keeping my eyes glued to those little slithers of flesh. I adore the doubt, the nervousness in her eyes, but more than that I enjoy the long, slow, painful unfolding of events. I enjoy holding myself back, groping her with my eyes when every fibre of my body wants to grope her with my hands; contenting myself with looking when I’m aching to do more.The woman sits like that a little longer, her cheeks hot and flushed, her eyes nervous but fixed on me. Then slowly, slowly her legs part..