He was still cute but he was open about his life; his divorce, moving the West and his dating life. He tried hard to be happy again, I could tell, but... I kept to myself. I didn't want to get in trouble with him as I did with another boss for accidentally hitting on the guy. So word slipped I was gay (not that I hide it) and he seemed fascinated. He revealed, easily, that he was 'bi' and that he was dating a guy at the moment but was unsure. And lo and behold, here was my boss, easily twice my. Anyway It didn't feel right me wearing mums tights , and I didn't want to chance staining or being accused of stealing them and even worse if I ruined a pair, one tiny snag and a whole leg would ladder, which she never seemed to do, her nylon was always in perfect condition.So frustratingly I spent months waiting for an opportunity to arise to aquire some tights and then I had a "EUREKA" moment, my mum would send me down the shops for the daily grocerys, this embarrassingly included her lady. I fumbled for my cock and within a few short strokes I shot my load 2 or 3 meters across the bathroom, then crumpled in a heap on the floor licking and kissing the place where her pussy had been. Since that day I had been able to repeat that event only a couple of times but the longing and the lust for this woman never diminished. This was my chance I thought to myself, my mother was dead so she'd never know it would be our secret. She was still sexually active if what my mother had told me. My room mate, Karen, and I got along well though it was a bit awkward when we wanted to bring boyfriends back. We just told each other that we wanted the room to ourselves for a while and the other would stay away for a bit and the system worked well.One night I went to bed early. Karen had gone out and the two lads were out too, probably clubbing. I had fallen asleep almost straight away but I woke up to the sound of heavy breathing from the other side of the bedroom. My initial thought was.