And she wore the shortest skirts ever seen anywhere.The fun started when she began having weekend sleepovers the summer after her 12th birthday, and t...e house was filled with squealing girls in frilly pj’s or tiny nighties. I was in an almost constant state of sexual arousal as they ran around jiggling and displaying their multitude of under-aged charms.One Sunday afternoon after the three guests had finally departed with more squeals, and my stupid cock had relaxed a bit, she came into my room. Cassie was nervous of the new cook, intrigued but nervous. He’d been working the evening shift over a month, not so new any more, but he wasn’t friendly and aside from the calls for orders up, Cassie hadn’t even really heard him speak. He was a good cook though, and when he was working the kitchen, tips were good. As much as his demeanour was off putting, his appearance was even worse. The close cropped hair, many piercings, the wiry form, his scarred face and arms, the prison type tattoos on. It was then she just came out and said it. "Are you wearing stockings today?" she asked. I had a grin on my face in expectation of some juicy gossip, but it quickly disappeared. The panicked look on my face surely gave her the answer. All I could think was, How could she know? Did I not tuck in my shirt properly? For years I have been very careful to make sure my hose was not in any way visible. "No," I half-laughed nervously."Oh," she said. "It's just that after pulling up my own sagging. It is a groomed hiking trail. Thankfully, these are likely the lightest bikes that this mountain has ever seen. It is the only reason we last any distance riding up the hill. After a short bit, I hear Carol yelling behind me, “I can’t go any farther.” The mountain trail is too steep, even for these bikes.I get off my bike and put it on my shoulder before yelling back, “I guess that means we are carrying them the rest of the way.”“You have got to be kidding.”“I told you it is an obstacle.