I could feel the fingers of her other hand stroking the top of my brass belt buckle. She led my hand back down to the hem of her short dress. I insti...ctively held back for a just moment but knowing this is what she desired slipped my hand under her dress and into her lacey panties. As my fingers curved between the tops of her smooth thighs, she let out an almost breathless sigh, but as the heat from my fingers met her uncovered clit, she lost all her simpering niceties. "Fuck!" she spat into. I suppose selfishly it also gave me quietspace to dress up and play, secure in the knowledge that she wouldn'twalk in on me again.It was when she invited Donna back to our house one evening, nearlycatching me dressed again, that I realised that they were really back asvery close friends. Meeting her that time with my hastily worn joggingtrousers and sweatshirt covering the stupid feminine undies I'd beenunable to strip off in time, made me feel very nervous indeed. I remembermy face burning as. .I said. "I have enjoyed myself and I would like to do this again."Fay said. "I don't see why not!".Just then the front door burst open, and Sue came out with an overnight bag in her hand. She told her mother that she was going to a friends for the night who was alone as her parents had gone to a theatre in the city.She kissed her mother Goodnight and turning to me she asked"Can you give me a lift Tony you have to pass her house."Once in the car she snuggled up against me as I drove and as we. Mom had a friend from high school who had gotten into selling pantyhose (what a dream job!) through mail order. She had several different pair in her kit and she would show them to women and then if they wanted any she would take their order and deliver their pantyhose within two weeks. Sort of like the Avon Lady only she was selling pantyhose. I remember seeing Maria take Mom’s order. This is when I first became aware that Maria was selling pantyhose. Apparently, the more you ordered at one.