She was donning the same salwar kameez. Eating slowly from the plate she kept her beautiful face fixed at the food.“How’s your pain son? Are you f...eling better now?”, asked dad.“it’s almost Like nothing happened dad.”,I replied.“I hate beans!” ,said my sister Aisha.“Beans are good for health doll, it makes ……”mom stumbled for a moment before quickly completing her sentence “ it makes you healthy…” she turned and stared at me in a sour manner.“You should eat it like a horse son, it will help you. She drank all of the cum off of my hand, refusing to stop until it was completely clean."Delicious," she murmured."Yes, you are," I remarked."Was that the only thing you wanted to play with?" she asked."Oh, there's more," I declared."One more thing?" she asked."Two more things," I answered.At that moment, I reached for Jessica's top, yanking it up and over her eyes, blindfolding her. I stared at the cute pink bra that covered her amazing rack.I reached for the bra straps behind Jessica's back. Ironically, it would be even more torture to agree to her terms since I'd be enduring intense states of arousal all week without the ability to relieve myself after she had gone. But my obsession, my addiction to pantyhose and especially that uniform she was wearing, killed any sense of reason in my brain. I wanted to kneel before her and kiss and smell those feet after a full shift of work, of walking around in those white sneakers and flirting with the male customers in her tan pantyhose and. “Yeah...I guess I could imagine.” Her eyes drifted away from me as she answered.We continued to make small talk in our mutual friends’ absence. She told me she’s had a degree in accounting for a few years, but until starting with their company hadn’t had a chance to do much with it. Between now and four years ago (when she graduated college) she’d been hopping around from job to job, hoping something would stick. As much as I would have liked to, I couldn’t relate to her. Not two weeks after.