"That Thursday both Mac and Harriet left work not needing to be back until Monday.They arrived at Mac's and started to make dinner.All of a sudden gas...started coming from the heater vents. Mac and Harriet tried to get to the door but they both collapsed to the floor.After a couple of minutes a couple of men came in wearing gas masks.One said to the other "I thought we were only supposed to find Colonel MacKenzie here." Well, I guess there are now two to take back."Quickly they loaded both of. They can't help be attracted to your body and your innocence. He would want you, to caress you and make you scream as he plunged deep into you over and over again."Feeling a blush come over my face. "Look...I really have to go...bye" I force myself to turn around and continue to the street even faster than before.'You want to be touched tonight and you want it not to be your own hands don't you Baby?'I heard her inside my head again. I forced myself to ignore it and I kept walking. 'You can. Once again, product of my times. The outfit of the days was nude pantyhose and those shoes called Candies, so the girls didn't wear reinforced toes, nor did the teachers; the good looking ones anyways. You did have the old ladies that wore their reinforced toes proudly, but I didn't like those.So I was a good looking, popular, jocky k**. But with a major pantyhose fetish that I felt I had to hide. That led to some crazy times when I was either a) home alone, or b) babysitting or something. By the way, I am around 5ft 6in in height and have an athletic body. With a little difficulty, I lifted mom up. I put one arm around her thin waist and put her arm around my shoulder for support. I was feeling my dick harden as I held her waist.Then I slowly guided her to the bedroom and dropped her on the bed. I took a look at her and my dick was almost completely erect. Her saree had come off giving me a good view of her boobs and navel.I wanted her to get dressed in the nighty before.