. I know you are new to this, so instead of stockingsI got you some tights instead. What you Americans call pantyhose. I'msure you'll look just adorab...e in them though."These too she slipped on to me, grinning widely as she did so, herhand lingering on the nylon over my bottom. They were opaque and feltsoft against my skin. I swear I felt faint."If only you had boobies, honey... You might even pass as a girl," shelaughed, "Maybe we should get you a training bra? For practice?"It was torture,. Soon both Jasonand Alim’s heads were meeting each other. They both ranthere tongues all over my moms butt and thighs. Theysoon took turns running their tongues up the crease ofher thong.All the while my mom had her eyes closed and her headslowly rocked from side to side. I was watching myfriend’s heads going up and down her legs. Alim startedto move his tongue up and down her bikini line andslowly rested his tongue over the mound in her thong. My mom was in total shock ever since. He backed up about three paces an' said in a calm voice, "Draw!" Well, there was nothin' else that I could do—I drew. I pulled both guns an' fired one bullet from each into his chest. He had been wearin' his primary gun at his thigh, an' he had it almost drawn from the holster when I shot him.Either bullet would have killed him, but the two bullets in the chest made doubly sure that I would have no more trouble from this obnoxious galoot. I was usin' paper cartridges, so it only took me a few. Stacy feels too shy to open her eyes. This elegant, classy woman, who now employes her, is asking her about the smell of her underwear. Oh god I'm such a pervert. I'm so gross and weird. "Stacy, dear," Cara says, lovingly running her hands through Stacy's hair again. "You promised you'd be completely honest with me." Stacy's body feels immobile as she lays there. Her eyes are shut tight. "Yes, ma'am. I know." "Open your eyes, dear. It's okay. I'm not judging you. I found it to be quite.