I thought, it looked like he is pulling up stockings. Then I thought, Oh my God! He is pulling up stockings!" I barely had the composure to say anythi...g but tried anyway. "No, why would I wear stockings?"She stared at me and held her gaze. I knew I wasn't convincing."Do you like stockings, Dave?" she playfully asked.As I struggled with the knowledge I was sprung, Sara leaned back against a bench and teasingly raised her dress slightly so that I could now see well above her knees. She looked. Lauren’s told me about you.”“Frank Boscow. Pleased to meet you. Shirley talks about you, too.”“My father’s name is Frank, too,” commented Peter. The two men talked briefly about their backgrounds, Peter in computers and Frank as a shop steward at the local mill.“Can we open presents?” asked Jimmy excitedly.“Jimmy! We haven’t even had dinner yet!” scolded Lauren. Her parents smiled.Helen Graham said, “Well, I just put the lasagna in to heat up. Dinner won’t be for another half hour.”“Mom!” cried. “Let me know if you have any questions.”About twenty minutes later, Julia and Dave came into my office.“We need to talk about staffing before the meeting,” Dave said.“OK. We have permission to hire now that Cindi closed a couple of the deals.”“We have to consider the Waukesha situation,” Dave said. “We’re closing in on the end of the year budget cycle. We planned for eighteen months, but we can’t be sure it will continue past the end of the year until the new budget is passed. I think there’s. The next day came and I was again looking out my bedroom window at my sexy sister. Allison was alone today in my favorite yellow bikini. As I spied on her, I was once again stroking my well lubricated thick shaft when I sensed mom coming into my room again only this time my cock hardened more as I continued stroking my hard shaft. I was so excited as I once again felt my mother’s hard nipples press into my back again. This time I could feel only a thin layer of material between us as she was.