Even though I'd lived with this woman all my life, I suppose I had had no interest and no awareness of her as a *woman* and even less for her clothes....After all, she was my mother for crying out loud. So, it was with some surprise that I realized for the very first time that she wore stockings and garters and not what I thought all women wore, pantyhose. I was fascinated with the stretch of her hose by the garters running down each thigh. But her panties held even greater fascination for me.I. I also stole Kiera's shorts. They're that yoga pants shit only inshorts form. Mine were just too tight against my thighs and ass andlooked all weird. Hers expand better.Okay. I won't lie to you, Diary. They also felt good on me and that'sthe other reason why. It's like a second skin and I'm still feelingsensitive from those pills. Feels real good but, low key real good youknow? Curves right around tight against my ass and thighs.Like a secret pleasure. Makes my face hot.And, hey, until. "We promised to be there, and left her to her shopping.A quick visit to the greengrocer yielded the makings of a good salad, and then we headed back to the flat with all our loot.Breakfast was a cheerful meal; one of the fresh loaves almost consumed as toast, while four youngsters with healthy appetites impatiently waited for the sausages to cook in the pan. Mr Waite had been quite right; a long slow sizzle had brought out the sweetness and juiciness of the pork shoulder meat far more than a. Mark went up the stairs he could hear nobody following and felt safe he went to the roof café which was always quiet, on the roof Mark saw 16 year old Mandy was working in the café on her own she was wearing her normal body hugging skirt and baggy top. Mark got a coke and sat down. Mandy started to clear the table near him Mark watched and got a surprise when Mandy leaned forward he saw down her top and got a good look at her boobs, Mandy stood up as she did she dropped a glass breaking it she.