” “Maybe a friend,” he asked. “You could have a friend to practice with, someone who won’t judge you if you are bad at it or not.” “Ye...h right,” No friend of mine would agree to that, well none that I would actually be willing to do it with. “I will just not do it for the time being.” I gave my dad a half smile and began to reach for my cup. “I think I should probably head to bed,” I said as my fingers wrapped around the mug. “It’s getting late and I really should try to get a few hours of. "I like the black ones better," he told me enthusiastically. As he did, as he sat staring at my body, I took the moment to glance at his crotch, sure enough ... pleased to see that there was a nice sized bulge already noticeable when I did."Yeah me too. But let's see how the blue one's look," I said making a bit of a show out of it, taking off the white ones, and then holding up the almost sheer blue ones, turning them about to ensure I had them the right way, and then acting like I wasn't sure. I saw her husband begin to turn to look at whomever had caught her attention, but I was already passing by then, and made my way to the restroom. Inside, I approached the urinal and unzipped my slacks to fish my rod from its uncomfortable position and find relief from the pressure that had built in my bladder. That job wasn't easy in itself, and required some calisthenics to get my hard dick out of my trousers. Brandy's playing had had quite an effect on me, and I had a cool area of wet pre-cum. I slid on my stockings and carefully tucked the remote into the elastic. To test it, I gave a short buzz and a little whimper slid past my lip. The thing was stronger than I had anticipated it to be. I carried on dressing. A tight pencil skirt with a slit that came up just a couple inches below the top of my stockings. If I sat down it would be easy for me to reach it with just a gentle hike of my skirt. I put on a lace bra and a thin silk blouse that tucked into the skirt. I knew it would be.