“Chris always takes care of me. In fact, he can give you guys footrubs. I don’t care, and I don’t think he would mind, would you, Chris?” She ...wiggled the sole of her foot against the ever-present bulge in my shorts, hopefully not noticed by anyone but me.“Umm, okay, if it’s definitely okay with you…” I stammered, not believing my luck, but also trying to not let the girls know that I had been a slave all my life to a powerful stocking fetish and this was the most diabolical tease anyone could. This top shows off her pert pokies and a lot of cleavage. Next, she put on her fluffy white skirt, and let me tell you about her skirt. This skirt is the type that a mild gust of wind would make every guy around her happy and some women too. No bra, no panties, and no nylons, with only two pieces of clothing draped on her hot body my sex goddess was dressed to play within seconds. Since it was Friday and none of us had to work on Saturday, Vicki packed an overnight bag for both of us, just in. " I hurriedly stashed the black ones visible andthen knelt closer to her; I found it difficult to keep my eyes off her aswe reduced the pile; the intoxicating scent of feminine essences helpingto keep my cock bulging as I helped pepper with the white ones too.Unknown to us, another pair of eyes smiled through a hidden peep-hole, afinger stroking an aroused womanhood as they watched. Our hands went forthe same pair of panties and we touched for the first time; I squeezedher soft hand gently and. Finally, the speaker said, ‘Families, you may now welcome your loved ones home.’ Mara was off like a shot, dashing onto the floor and into the mass of soldiers, still scanning faces. She greeted the few that she knew and was friends with, and they pointed her in the right direction. Finally she spotted him — a tall, lanky frame, with a long, fine boned face, which she saw in profile as he looked around trying to find her in the sea of families. ‘ALAN!’ she shouted, and dashed towards him. Alan.