Then I thought, Oh my God! He is pulling up stockings!" I barely had the composure to say anything but tried anyway. "No, why would I wear stockings?"...She stared at me and held her gaze. I knew I wasn't convincing."Do you like stockings, Dave?" she playfully asked.As I struggled with the knowledge I was sprung, Sara leaned back against a bench and teasingly raised her dress slightly so that I could now see well above her knees. She looked down at her own pantyhosed legs and my eyes followed. Her. "So how are feeling tonight," I asked her when my obvious sexual advance did not seem to interest her."I'm really tired and I have a ton to do tomorrow," she answered in a tone that let me know that my obvious advance was about to get shot down. "I am just really not in the mood much."Now I have never understood why she made sex sound like work, and how her mood affected her ability to give me a good fuck, but I knew from her tone that no matter how much I begged I had no hope of doing it with. Tabhi Piya doodh ka gilaas leke uske kamre aa gayi. Anuraag ne bina gardan uthaaye use ek madak smile di. Piya thik uske saamne jakar khadi hui. Anuraag apni chotisi shorts me paseense se bhig chuka tha.“Agar tumhara ho jaye to doodh pee lena.”Anuraaj ruk gaya aur tauliye se apne passeene ko pochte hue khada ho gaya. “Doodh to main piunga par teri chuchiyonka”. “Dhatt”.Anuraag ne Pia ki chuchiyon ko pakda aur masalne laga. “Tum to subah subah hi chalu ho gaye, thodi to sharm karo. Kal din bhar. She picked it up, dusted it off, and replaced the old batteries, which had fallen out of it and under an old sofa with a new pair of batteries fresh from the store.The jury-rigged machine long abandoned as useless junk activated and reset its long dormant programming to the original bodies in the house that had been programmed into it from day one as John was programming the device for experimentation those many years ago. It had taken a while for the teenager to find the opportunity to get.