I merely was able to stare at the ceiling above me. The roof was circular but not smooth. It was hard to explain but was bubbly and I could only descr...be it as looking like popcorn. The room was freezing and made me shiver and I was a little glad for the warm table underneath me. I could feel goose bumps all over my skin as I shivered from the cool air. I could also hear a humming noise which started faint but grew louder before it trailed off again. Shadows washed over me and I was no longer. I still don't know what drove me to try on my mother's pantyhosethat day, but that event has proven one of the most importantwatersheds in my life. From that day forward I indulged in the joys ofwearing pantyhose at every opportunity and fortunately there were many.My sister Julie was involved in a plethora of school activities and mymother wore skirts and hose to work everyday, providing me with a largeselection from which to choose.On the early summer day in question, I proceeded immediately. "Sherri..." he gasped for air "I am... so... sorry." I turned and wrapped my arms instinctively around the broken c***d whose head rested against my exposed chest."I know... shh." I cooed. "I didn't mean... I didn't mean to." His tears rand down from his eyes to my chest and danced silently on my nipple till they droped to the sheets. "I know." I didn't know." Shh." I held his head tightly to me. "Sherri, forgive me."With a soft squeeze to his head I replied, "All you had to do was ask." I. . That is, if your stay in Hort will allow the time needed?" The offer is quite tempting, my little imp. But I'm afraid it would take years to explore the avenues you are offering," he smiled, reaching for the girl and gently pulling her before him on the white pillows. "For the time being, I will be satisfied with a sampling... at your own choice." I will do my best to please," she replied, letting her fingertips dance over his thighs and finally teasingly trace the length of his erect prick..