She was a slim women and for being almost seventy, she looked pretty good. She was wearing full white slip and black stockings. I paused at the door f...or more than a few mins. I could tell she was wearing stockings and not pantyhose because her slip was slid up just enough to catch a glimpse of the top of her stockings. Her tiny nipples were standing up hard as pebbles under the thin fabric. I couldn't believe this old lady was giving me a hard on! I stepped into the room and moved closer to the. Every sound is magnified in my ears as if amplified and enhanced. My every breath echoes in my ears. Her steps on the soft carpet are as loud as boots on dry leaves. A single drip of hot wax on my flesh sounds like the splash of a rock thrown into a deep pool. Scents that would have normally passed unnoticed flood through me in a torrent: the light scent she wears, the rich, thick, animal smell of the leather in which she is clad, the dense aroma of the melted wax, and my own scent just as my. I stilldream about it every night. But what you and Darcy have given me -allowing me to be myself..." Tears were rolling down his cheeks."You will always be Sierra to me. Even if you're dressed as Ben."He giggled and wiped the tears. "One day," he said "Maybe I'll join youin taking that drug. For now, I'll take the hard road - because I havefriends who will walk it with me. When I'm ready. I'll talk to myparents. It will be sooner now that I have friends supporting me." I'll gladly. I'll wait for you."I took a fast cold shower and decided to wear my long flowery dress and let my hair down as well. I slipped on my black sandals and headed over to the kitchen. Luke had already drained the water from the pasta and taken the garlic bread and stacked it nicely in a small wicker basket."Look I set the table," he said proudly.I felt myself flush. "Oh sweetie it looks beautiful." Look come over here grams and taste my spaghetti sauce. It turned out better than the other times!"I.