I can spot a nylon clad leg at 100 metres and once fixed in my sights I just can't avoid looking at it admiringly young or old,fat or thin I don't dis...riminate, I just love to see legs clad In nylon.Anyway back to the story...(there are pics/video in a gallery to go with this story)Well here's the dilemma I faced the other day, my lady came back from her daughters house (not blood related to me) and brought in a big washing basket full of washing as her daughters washing machine had broke. Sam got up and did a little strip tease at the foot of my bed. She danced a little to the music in her head. Her hands moved up and down her body caressing her face and neck. She pushed her hair up over her head and it fell over her face and down to her shoulders. Her hands went to her breasts and rubbed them pushing them up presenting them covered by her bra and t-shirt. She moved her hands down to the bottom of the shirt and pulled the shirt up teasing us with a little bit of her bra visible. After my shower, I got dressed and headed to the kitchen for some breakfast, Aunt Pam was there already."No breakfast?" I asked her, she motioned for me to sit and I did, then she brought over an empty bowl, a box of Frosted Flakes, the milk and a spoon and winked at me when she sat it in front of me."Jack, Debbie's husband is home today and tomorrow, so she asked me to let you know." I nodded. "She also asked if I could maybe entertain you today. Now, nothing can happen between us in this. Embarrassed, he covers himself. Sandy quickly checks around, nobody close so leans over and kisses him hard, with tongue, before he realizes what she was going to do. Instinctively, his hand goes to her waist, her hip, then around behind her. Her dress slides up a bit, already many inches above the knee. Obviously, she has grown since buying it a year ago. His other hand is on her thigh, right at the hem of the dress. Sandy breaks the kiss for another quick check around. Nobody looking. Another.