Far from the city, far from everyone, a weekend for themselves alone: best friends, forever… it sounded so ironic, now. Jane’s house after all was... the perfect place to look for some of that intimacy they once had, which seemed to fade away with the passing of time. A small, beautiful chalet in a solitary valley, lost in the woods of the low Carpathians Mountains. The nearest main road was a few kilometres away, the closest city was on the other side of the mountain. Sitting on the porch swing. From that day forward I indulged in the joys ofwearing pantyhose at every opportunity and fortunately there were many.My sister Julie was involved in a plethora of school activities and mymother wore skirts and hose to work everyday, providing me with a largeselection from which to choose.On the early summer day in question, I proceeded immediately to my roomafter arriving home from school. After removing all my clothes, Ipulled on an over-sized red t-shirt, then entered my mother's room. Brad fell half in love with her on the spot.Tracy and Matt were in their late thirties, with kids in elementary school. He worked in the tech industry and traveled quite a bit; she was a consultant and worked from home part of the time. Brad explained that he was semi-retired and also worked from home.“Oh, so maybe I’ll see a lot of you,” she said. “Is there a Mrs. Brad?”“There was, but we went our separate ways.”“Dating, then?”“Not really. I don’t think I’m much of a catch.”Tracy smiled. “I. Whats that? he said with a grin. Does anybody smell anything? Kerrie opened her eyes and looked at him. Mark, can you go out to the car and get my jacket? Kevin asked. Mark nodded and got up. — When he was gone, Kevin smiled at Kerrie. This can be our little secret, OK? He was leaning closer now, sniffing the air. It was so humiliating and so arousing. She felt her cunt lips relax open, her clit swelling. A quiet moan escaped from her throat. Kevin sniffed closer to her chest, then slowly down.