But when mom was around she always wore sheer pantyhose or sometimes stockings and I hung around her like a cat under her feet, always looking for an ...pportunity to touch those luscious nylon-clad legs or peek under her skirt.I overheard mom talking to one of her girlfriends over a glass of wine in the kitchen during one of her many social gatherings. She was lamenting the decline of women wearing hosiery.“Bare legs do not look professional,” Bethany espoused to her friend.“And some of those. ‘This is gonna be a disaster, I fucking know it!’ said Jacquie between clenched teeth. She was so angry she couldn’t say another word while we continued to stand in the icy wind waiting to be let in and out of the cold. Jane more than made up for her sister’s intemperate silence with a tirade about what a shit-hole America was and how she planned to quit the Crystal Passion band and get back to her studies at Uni as soon as the tour was over or, maybe at this rate, a fuck of a lot sooner than. . well I had no idea. The last I heard you had been arrested by the Gestapo?" No, Henry, I was never in the care of the Geheime Staatspolitzei. The Schutzstaffel came and fetched me and I now work for Obersturmbannführer Joachim, Pfalzgraf von und zu Döring-Esser."The Colonel rose and bowed to Sir Henry, clicking his heels. As he did so he wondered just what Lady Johnson would say to her husband to account for her unexplained absence."But why did you not tell me you were going to work for him?. He was hurting her and she touched his hand to let him know that. The old man was now kissing her cheek, and chin…he was showering kisses all over her face. Raghu joined him. And the two men started kissing my mother’s sexy face almost as if they were competing with each other. She shut her eyes and sat still. There was nothing that she could do. In between, both the men liked to bite her fat lower lip. And I watched as Raghu forced his tongue into her mouth, making her suck it. She sucked it.