I smiled: ‘Is this OK?’ Yes, she said, it was fine. I gave her arm a squeeze. I was glad I was wearing jeans, because otherwise I’d have made a ...ent in my shorts. When the fight was over, it was past midnight. She said: ‘Mike, I can’t have you sleeping on the couch each time like this, why don’t you sleep in my bed? If you’re uncomfortable, I have an air mattress. I’ve been a bad hostess. I could at least blow that up for you.’ ‘No, your bed sounds really good.’ Unfortunately, I couldn’t. "I believe I wrote mine on the withdrawal of the French after Dien Bien Phu, and the resulting political mayhem occurring in the years following the attack, leading to our increased involvement. I mean, at that time, in 1954, we only had a few quote/unquote 'policy advisors' over there," I explained to her. "Yeah, the Domino Theory and all that," she remarked in a manner bordering on sarcasm. She deliberately turned to me and grinned. "But he is a good professor. I really like him. I do have to. Ready for what? Ready to suck your cock? Ready to have you tongue my pussy? Ready to be fucked by your glorious cock? Of course I am! “I am simply waiting on your command Sir.” I replied. “My abode, now!” You sent back. My pussy tingled in anticipation. I quickly gathered the lotion and oil I was expected to bring and got into my car for the short drive to your home. I found it difficult to concentrate as I drove, my pussy getting moist thinking of your cock and the joy I would get from feeling. He knew what her nylons felt like from innocently touching them and feeling them during a "horsey ride." It was all he could do to stop himself from caressing their sheer warmth.In the days ahead, Billy became more brazen during his mother's afternoon naps. He simply could no longer keep himself from touching and feeling her nylon clad legs and feet. He knew what they felt like to the touch of his fingers but what he really wanted to feel was her warm nylon encased legs on his penis. Finally,.