It looked a bit sad and she could tell that the ornaments had all been hand made. She imagined Leslie and Mary spent quite some time making them and s...iled. She had never had a tree and to this day she still doesn’t. To her Christmas was just another day. Another day of having nothing and getting nothing. ‘Well it is not much but it is what we call home.’ Leslie said, somewhat embarrassed. ‘As long as you have a roof and heat, that is about all anyone can ask for.’ ‘Well thank you again for. They was something so alluring, almost hypnotic about their unusual appearance. They were like clothing you could see through and he wondered why that was so. Instead of being like a pair of socks that he wore, he could see through their film like texture allowing him to still see the shaded skin of the legs and feet they covered over like a nearly invisible haze.He liked playing with the boxes of his mother's stockings that she kept in the hallway closet of their one bedroom apartment. It was. History was one of my favorite subjects. He drove by my house on his way to school, a rather large Bonneville, but never acknowledged me, as I waited for the school bus. I would come into the classroom, and my teacher would stare, and I could not figure why, even as I turned my back and went to my seat. I was rather unremarkable, but wondered for weeks. We recently were assigned seating, I sat in a position on the far corner of the front row of the classroom., and had a side view of. My eyes didn’t move from her. She walked down with a strong scent and loose hair. Her lips were to die for. I was flat.She greeted me with a hug and my dick was already hard. She then sat on the sofa. I looked at her ass and my dick was dripping with precum. She sat on the sofa and her entire thigh was seen. She was an absolute stunner. Her boobs were touching her lap when she was sitting.Her first words: “Your balls are shaved, soft and ready to be licked?” I was in heaven. I nodded slowly..