Icould tell I would have to be pulling them up constantly. I knew howthat would look to a guy; it wasn't like adjusting your socks. Somethingabout sto...ckings invariably looked sexy to guys. If you pulled them up,smoothed them, or adjusted them at all, it made men think you wereputting on a show."Doesn't that show too much? Isn't this a family thing? I mean if kidsare going to be there, I don't want to go looking this. Everything isshort or tight; I feel like a stripper. It's bad enough to be. I turned to see him standing behind me dressed in black and red Tripp pants and an unbuttoned black dress shirt, His hair falling gracefully around his face and a perfect smile. He had a leather choker on with a short chain hanging down from it and as soon as I saw it I wanted to yank him towards me. “I was starting to think that you wouldn’t show.” I told him standing up to hug him.As I pulled our bodies together and felt him hold me in his cold embrace I could already feel wetness between. "She nodded."So, why?"She paused, as if collecting her thoughts, though I knew it couldn't be a new question. Not with her father around. But she still stared intently into space for a bit before looking at me."When we met," she said, "I told you I wanted to explore. I've done my exploration. Or at least most of it."We shared a salacious grin."So," she continued, "when I started thinking about what I really wanted, it wasn't the adventure. It was the weekends together."I nodded. "They were. "I know," I said, "but just think of all the fun we'll have ... twice as much as heteros." He had to agree. " Kes," said James, eventually, "piss up inside me again like you did before, it felt fantastic." And so a new thrill was born for us both. I emptied my whole bladder up James' bum and while I was pissing I wanked his cock. So intense was his pleasure, he orgasmed within seconds. Of course I had to try it too and for sure it was a magic experience though.