“Did pantyhose do this?” I thought. In any case, I liked it just as I liked how my heart raced when I ran to the bathroom to put the pantyhose on.... After a little play of running my hands over my legs, rubbing my feet together and wiggling my toes I begrudgingly removed them and returned them.I quickly checked Mom’s dresser drawers to see if she had more pantyhose. I noticed her stockings drawer appeared to have about the same number of stockings as when I last looked. However, another drawer. The conversations were something like this. This will also provide some background on what kind of couple we were.Me: You remember our engineering days?Sheela: Ya, I remember a lot of things. A few things I will never forget.Me: We did lots of crazy stuff back then.Sheela: Ya, na? I can’t believe we did all those stuff at all those places.Me: Exactly! Now I think about it, we were so bold.Sheela: We could have got caught. I think the idea of doing it in those places made it more pleasurable.Me:. In herheightened state of arousal, the sensation of this constricting, elaboratecostume made her heart pound and she broke out in a sweat. She was being riggedout in tight layers that squeezed, molded and cut into her soft, tinglingflesh. Her stomach was squeezed so deep she grew faint. The flesh was rolledinto place to conform to 19th century concepts of feminine beauty- high, protrudingbreasts and ass, sunken, cascading back, narrow waist and heavy hips (her bellywas pushed down by the tight. ‘I’m pissed babe, there’s no way I can drive.’ She rolled her eyes as though I was an idiot. When she explained I realised I was. ‘God, you’re surprisingly dense. I mean, take me to your home. It’s time for you to live up to your promises and give me the best sex I’ll ever have.’ She was smiling at me, amused at what she was saying. I just sat their open-mouthed. How did this come about? I hadn’t even really tried it on, and she was the one making the moves. I would have analysed it a bit more.