He does that all the time. Then they just went on talking. From that day on I did this when ever I had the chance. I found out where mom kept her old ...stockings, To this day I don’t know why a woman wold keep old torn or laddered stockings, I got really into it now and would take a stocking and rub it on my dick, a truly fantastic feeling not as good as rubbing it on mothers foot but all the same it felt good. I would put one in my pants while home with mom. She told me it was ok when we were. She whimpers again when she feels the tip of my cock hit the cheek of her ass. She moans as the palm of my right hand grips her hip and pulls her back just a bit. The strength of grip, the power in my touch, sends lightning bolts through her and her legs shake.She bites her lower lip again as her breasts, hanging free, sway slightly back and forth. I let my hand trail over her hip and across the top of her ass, my finger tips just barely touching her. I watch as more goose bumps rise over. She was definitely happy. We had one more weekend together. It was Tuesday, December the twenty-fourth when Matthew Dawkins knocked on the back door. Paige went to the door, saw it was him, and looked ashen as she fled the room. Matthew pronounced the job complete, asking me if I wanted to do a final inspection before we settled up. I heard the bus and other equipment being started as I shook my head. I’d been expecting him. I wrote the check, shook hands with Mr. Dawkins, and ran upstairs to. Stay and have some fun," Steve replied."I'm leaving with them," I said and pointed to Vicki and Lea. "See you tomorrow."I didn't wait for his reply but it read "What! Them? You?" all over his face. Maybe because it was all a joke I put my arms around the girl's shoulders and walked out of the Disco like a real Casanova with his latest catch.It turned out that Vicki lived with her parents in a big house in the rich part of town. Neither Vicki nor Lea seemed to fit the spoiled rich kid.