. or maybe my dad worked for me. I never knew who made the decisions at the mine.Alice was a high school student. She would graduate this spring.From ...he couch Alice spoke.“Who are you?”“Alice ... what?”“You would not believe what my day has been like.”“Me too.” I said, “Just awful.”Like twins we said, “I was visited by the Aboriginal Child, Family and Community State Secretariat... “ ... at school.” said Alice.“ ... at home.” I said. “They were looking for you.”“They found me.”“What. . Andrea pointed at it and said you have no control , you are already getting hard. I said it's just that I love seeing your sexy legs in pantyhose. She said you like these shear to the waist pantyhose because I don't ever wear panties under them. She asked me what we should do next. I told her I'll go set in the den and wait for you to get out of your work cloths then join me. I was setting in the den wearing only my cock cage when Andrea came in wearing only a long sleeve t shirt. It stopped. My son was now a nurse at a major London hospital, daughter working in the West End Of London in advertising and my wife working as a secretary to a local financial advisor week days. S,eeping during the day tired me out, but not always to the point that I Didn,t feel horny or get massive hardons! I had given in to temptation more than once and been discreet enough to not get caught while doing it, even once fucking the Premises Manager and her job on the line if anyone found out more than. With a small sigh of anticipation I put down the glass and step out of my dressing gown. "In for a penny . . " I mutter as I pick up the slippery black silk thong. I slide it up my legs, the material feeling soft and slightly cold against my skin. It pulls snugly up between my legs, cupping my neatly trimmed mound and nestling between my buttocks as I pull it high and tight. Next the bra, nothing subtle about this, a fully underwired quarter cup platform bra, in black satin. I slip it around.