I smiled inwardly as I kicked-off my knickers and turned admiring my profile in the mirror, noting the curvaciousness of my bottom and the flatness of...my tummy.Slipping the stockings on they felt really cool and terribly sexy. I felt so nude, naughty, and desirable all rolled into one.The stocking tops were visable just above the seductess slit in the dress and sitting on the chair I noted just how far up my dress need to be in order to expose them.I entered the room noting all the males were. I smoothed out her bangs."Okay, it wasn't that obvious! And what was clear is that you were only doing it to fulfill my fantasies and yours. That was very sweet of you!"It worked. But further explanations were in order."Remember--I try to write realist stories. So I have an eye for what seems more or less likely. Maybe it's no better than anyone else's but there were a few things that just didn't 'compute' as they say."My cock was getting really hard as I 'accidentally' rubbed against Rikki's. Over the next half hour I arranged with Jeff again for a repeat performance and he was only too willing to oblige so when it came to the time we repeated the whole process but this time I asked him to do things a little differently than before hoping she wouldn’t enjoy it quite as much but it would still be different. Jeff started off the same way but then after inserting his fingers he slipped around to Allison’s side and curling his fingers up and pressing his other hand on her swollen pubic. Shortly after, that he married my mom, whom he'd met when she was a secretary at Collins, and they build a house on the farm ... just far enough away from Grandpa's to discourage a quick walk to visit.I had broader interests including my love of all things technical. I did what all farm kids did in the age of muscle car rebirth, I built up a 64 Ford Fairlane 427 with dad's help and as he described it. I wasnt happy with a 'straight line' car, though so I'd sold that quickly and bought a 93.