I have an idea for us."Jerry felt odd but he also felt strangely propelled towards his wife as she held out her stockings. He stepped toward her and t...ouched her shoulder, about to say something but she pulled away."Let's see a movie tonight…. shall I go in stockings, Jerry? Or bare-legged?"Jerry looked down and barely got another "um" out, as Loren said, "Come on, let's go. We'll decide at the movie!" She got up, threw on a coat and grabbed Jerry's hand!"You're going to wear the flats?" said. Dave had no sooner sat down, than he heard another Harley motoring in his direction. He looked at the rider, and they turned into the same parking space Dave had used, and after some adjustment they also aimed the bike ready to depart.There was no doubt about the rider - a blonde, of course, and damn fine looking one, too, Dave noticed as she removed her helmet. She was a bit lanky, wore jeans and western boots, and had a sleeveless blouse with deep cleavage held across her breasts with. However, her room wasn't the best. She had it designed when she was 9, and it stayed like that since. She hated the pink walls and cramped space, it made her grimace and cringe. She had just got home when she noticed a note on the kitchen table. "check the attic" Abbie rolled her eyes and hurried upstairs. She threw the attic door open and wandered inside. She noticed that all her furniture had been moved up here, as well as her other stuff. She chuckled. "wow, they actually did it" she. The two of us ate only a little, and drank still less, reluctant to dull our senses before the big event. It had started when we were discussing her wedding dress, back when the event was nothing more than a few sketchy plans made on some unlined paper. Neither of us were virgins, not by any stretch of the imagination, but Donna still favoured wearing white - a colour she would be entitled to wear, she reasoned, if she was willing to give up some other virginity on her wedding night... Finally,.