I would toss my hose in my locker and hang my shirt and pants before going in to the gym.One day, I was getting dressed when I was caught with my pant...yhose. I had put my shirt on and was debating whether or not to put the pantyhose back on. I had accidentally rolled the waistband and part of the panty. If anyone has done this you know it can sometimes be difficult to unfurl the pantyhose. I looked at them a second time and decided wearing them home wasn’t worth the effort and that I would. I do want you to be friends. She really isa beautiful woman," Terry said, almost to himself."Well, I must admit she filled out that dress rather well," Wendy said."Do you think she's more beautiful than little me?" You jealous too?" Terry grinned."Maybe," Wendy replied, beginning to stroke his knee. "You seemed to bepaying her a lot of attention tonight." Wendy pouted."Aw shit, Wendy, she's my mother!" Terry shrugged. "Why the hell would Ipay that much attention to my own mother?" I certainly. I said "wow." I took her hand before there were second thoughts and rushed up the stairs to my bedroom. Inside, i kissed her. And she kissed back, and it was great. Soft lips that knew what to do, just a hint of tongue. She was a horny, wanting woman. I felt it in her breathing, and when i pulled her in closer to me. My hands went from her arms, down her sides, to her hips, to her ass that I'd been dying to to feel for 10 years as neighbors. I didn't grope or squeeze, just felt, and she inhaled. I had only the moon, and I had to hurry. I was exhausted when I reached the mountain's saddle, and I hurt from several falls. On the way down the muscles of my legs began to hurt. Half way down, dawn broke, and soon afterwards I spotted Earstham in the distance, in the plain below.I heard the bells that told the mass had ended when I had reached the outskirts of the little town.When I reached the market square, Catherine already stood on the scaffold, next to the executioner, next to the nine.