.. hung there. She was falling, but I could reposition her before she hit the ground.Her shoes off, I hiked up her tight, dark-gray skirt to unveil he...r dark-brown pantyhose clinging to her ass. Her panties were a dark, triangular shadow bleeding through the material. With the greatest care, I hooked my fingers into the nylons’ waistband. My pussy clenched and fluttered as delight washed through me. I worked down the nylons slowly. I unveiled her black panties, cut in bikini fashion, along with. My computer had a TV card so that I could record anything that came along.Of course, all this was set up gradually over the years as technology became available and funds permitted. Running alongside this were my trips out, whether to the go-go pubs in the 70s or to walk the streets. Later when I discovered that girls go clubbing wearing often the skimpiest outfits, I’d be on the street corners two or three times a week in my mac, usually week-end evenings, though when I was on the road for a. .. Is that your area of interest?" I asked.Somebody told me somewhere that the way to be a good conversationalist is to focus on the "other" person. The person to whom you are conversing. I was perfectly content to focus on Emily Anne Shreve.I was in love.So, OK, I wasn't in love, maybe. After all, I had met this girl -- let's see... ninety minutes ago, give or take. But she was falling-down fine, and she seemed to be a Decent Human Being (despite her grandfather's having worked for Nixon --. You have the will to get it done, so I know you'll find your way, and I swear, I'll be with you the whole way. You aren't getting rid of me, not for this or anything else." Do you swear, because the thought has crossed my mind that you might want to find someone else that can please you properly," I fretted, grabbing her arms tightly."No, I just need my best friend," she stated before a pause where we just looked at each with smiles on our faces. "What did you talk to me about before, Joy?" I.