“It’s hard to be exciting in pantyhose.”“What do you have against pantyhose, anyway?”“My hand.” She hissed. It was an old joke. He tugge...d them down hard. Jeff never learned, or maybe he was acting out his hatred of pantyhose.“Hey! You’ll ruin them.”“If you can do it better,” he said, “show me how.”So, she got up and showed him how to remove pantyhose without damaging it. The shoes went first, and the panties followed the pantyhose.“We’re not going to open the door, are we?” she asked.“No.”So. But just look atyou! My you've turned out really terrific. Is this the same traumatised kid who ran screaming from that appalling school all those years ago?" "Well things move on. How's my son?" asked Jane in a low voice. "He's OK. Your ex remarried soon after she returned home to the town so there's a stepfather on the scene. He's a tidy guy though. Actually he's one of the rare guys in the town who doesn't show any homophobia. He doesn't beat your boy up and I see them out and about. I felt myself getting flushed. Then a warm feeling started in my groin, and I became quite aroused, but somehow anxious. My right hand started to quiver. Why was I so excited? I had been masturbating off and on since I was much younger and even had a boyfriend up until just recently. We had even gone away to a resort in upper state Michigan several weekends together over the past year. Surely this was really nothing new.I snapped the bolt on my dorm door and quickly took off all my clothes. I. “I want you to be my partner, travel with me, dine with me, attend functions with me. But you must be able to stand up to me and put me in my place when I need to be. But the sex will be incredible, and you will get all you can handle, anytime and anyplace.”I looked at her with a deep gaze and then smiled. “Let’s try this. And just to see how it will work move over beside me.”She opened her mouth to say something and I jumped in, “I didn’t ask you to say anything, just move over here.” She.