"Oh, there's plenty of lodestone, it's as thick on the ground here as horseshit used to be on cobblestone streets. They hate the damn stuff, but they ...now right where it is, that's not the problem." Then what?" demanded Igwanda."Think it through," Mantegna told him. "Amanda's goal, hell, the goal for all of us, is to help them become self-sufficient, isn't it?" I still don't... ," began Igwanda, suddenly trailing off.The physicist nodded. "You've got it. We all lost sight of the situation. They. The beginning of my love for nylon stockings and pantyhose. I remember when I was a young, While siting at my mothers feet watching tv I was playing with her feet, they felt so smooth and silky. It was a warm summer morning mom was reading I was in my under shorts she must have liked what I was doing to her feet and never asked me to stop. I was really starting to feel something strange in my body, like a tingling in my groin. Then the phone rang and she said her friend Ella was coming over, I. ..I remained quiet. I focused on the thin man's thick log. It was so huge! The older man moved to hand strikes. He'd rub my ass, grab, and spank me hard. The thin man noticed my focus and moved away from me. The hand strikes were increasingly harder. The older man started telling what a bad boy I was. This got me erect! He uncuffed me and had me bend over his knees. He spanked me over and over. I fell into his game and told him all the bad things I had done. The thin man was now on a couch. What a way to mess up the perfect moment. We rushed back to the car, but only after we had gotten dreadfully drenched in the rain. “Well, that was fun,” I laughed. “I know, right?” she chuckled. “Shit, I’m so wet, let’s head back.” “Your place or mine?” I joked. “Cute, but we can go back to mine. I gotta get out of these wet clothes.” “Alrighty.” I began to drive her home, but my mood was a little different than before. I kind of caught a glimpse of her erect nipples through her soaked blouse,.