It was Sandra, she was wearing a black jacket and tight ripped out blue jeans. Her hair was up, and she had a plate full of breakfast. "Oh... Sorry." ...I stuttered."No its ok, finish... Or something." I heard her say. "I brought you breakfast." She added awkwardly."Well... I can't really now." I said, chuckling. "I can help you finish if you'd like." She said gently. My heart felt as if it stopped. "Uh... Yeah sure, if you want that is." I stammered, unzipping the blinds door for her. She came. Finally, there was no choice and Ginny was the very last person on the beach to collect her towel and wicker bag, her novel shoved hastily to the bottom, and run towards the nearest approximation to shelter.Only, she wasn't the last one after all.Just when she'd ducked under the low-roofed shelter, pulled her knees up to her chin, bag to one side, another pair of bare feet splattered through the damp sand and she was joined by not just anyone but, of all the people it could be, by her, in her. We met back in the living room a few minutes later to allegedly watch a movie, but I had already set up my laptop on the coffee table. Glen was wearing lounging pajamas and a t-shirt.My plan was to let him read some of my porn to get him excited. You see, he knows that I'm an amateur screenwriter, but he had no idea that I write Porn, too. When he got back to the living room, I had one of my "tamer" heterosexual stories displayed on the screen."Glen, I'd like to show you something." Yeah, what. This was the strangestexperience of my life. This garment I was now wearing should seem soalien and yet it seemed so natural. Was this just because Jenny calledthem my panties?"Normally you should put on your garterbelt first and then your panties. Now listen, girlfriend, these are your first pair of fishnet stockingsand they are the easiest type of stockings to ladder so you should bevery careful putting them on. Put your thumbs inside a stocking andgently caress the stocking up your leg.