I started caressing my neck and slowly moved my hands down my chest circling my nipples. My hands travelled down to my belly, then to my thighs, in wh...ch I used them to part my thighs as I bent over rubbing my cheeks.'Very good sissy!' Bawled my Mistress. I slinked over to Mistress Cassandra, who still chilled me with her frosty glare. I started rocking my hips with my hands on my sides and then started stroking my body again. She tapped her Becky on her head and Becky joined me. We caressed. Nylons had become inextricably emeshed in his sexuality and the two were inseperable. Sex meant nylons and nylons equalled sex.The best thing about being in high school in those days was being surrounded daily by hundreds of girls his age most of who wore some form of nylon hosiery. Even though these were the pantyhose transition years, many female students and women teachers still opted for classic stockings. He prided himself in being able to quickly and confidently spot them on a pair of. I couldn't believe that all of the possible places could be as bad as that one, so I was still alert when we got to the next place. This time, there was both a barn and a house, but we figured that the house was the more likely prospect. This house was larger and generally in much better condition than the previous one, so Arlene took up her Tommy Gun on a just in case basis.I drew my ACP as I went up the steps to the veranda. Believe me when I tell you that I was much more careful where I put. It is certainly an honor to be offered such a position.”Professor Rogers stood to take his leave, “It was a pleasure to meet you Mrs. Taylor-Williams. I will stop by tomorrow afternoon for your answer, Arthur.”Professor Rogers shook my hand and then turned to my mother. He grasped her hand with both of his and kissed it. “It was a pleasure to meet you Mrs. Taylor-Williams. You have a lovely home and a wonderful son. I look forward to seeing you again tomorrow.”“Why thank you, Professor Rogers..