"No, I am Aaron Stern and I own this business started by my dear departed father Abraham. I see you pass me every morning, young miss, and I am most i...mpressed by your grace of movement and the glow of your charm."Sue was taken aback somewhat by this discourse. The man spoke with an educated grammar and was not a worker but an owner of what appeared to be a thriving business. The fact that he might have discerned the bounce in her step from her early morning ministrations from Alfie gave her. They say the brain is in two separate halves. At that moment mine certainly was. One half trying to hold a simple conversation with this sex kitten, the other half picturing my hands on her lithe body, caressing her firm young tits, and my mouth on her silken pussy tasting her feminine juices. The erection that went with these delicious thoughts I barely managed to conceal. Just then the door opened and my kid brother walked in.'You ready Nat?' he asked.She looked up at her new boyfriend with. My confused shaft pulsed but the stimulation was gone and the pleasure was forced to subside. Again, I quickened the pace.“Taste them.” My breath caught; she understood my need perfectly. Holding them to my mouth, I touched my tongue to the very center of the material. The overriding taste was one of salt and I delighted in knowing that they were Amber’s most intimate flavors…sex juices, sweat, maybe even urine. “Come-on, you can do better than that.” Amber touched her fingers to the black silk. It was a different fabric and I didn’t care what it was. There were mine now and grandma certainly will not be asking for these anymore. I bunch them up and stuff them into my front denim pocket of my shorts but this big lump was now showing and my folks will certainly inquire as to what was in my pocket. I removed them from my pocket and refolded the stockings flatter and neater this time. I stuff them down my pants when all of the sudden this new light weight ancient fabric touches my little.