“Talk about dull,” he said. “It’s hard to be exciting in pantyhose.”“What do you have against pantyhose, anyway?”“My hand.” She hiss...d. It was an old joke. He tugged them down hard. Jeff never learned, or maybe he was acting out his hatred of pantyhose.“Hey! You’ll ruin them.”“If you can do it better,” he said, “show me how.”So, she got up and showed him how to remove pantyhose without damaging it. The shoes went first, and the panties followed the pantyhose.“We’re not going to open the door,. I was all set next that Saturday would be it.I was so hot on the drive home thinking about next week I will be able to live out and quench my desires. As I drove my excitement faded a little, I realized OH SHIT!!! Next Saturday I wouldn't be at a safe time in my cycle, It would be near or at my time I am due to ovulate and would be most definitely very fertile. I thought about trying to change it but he was sold on the fact Saturday was the only opening available. Maybe I just wouldn't show but. Especially hers, since it would be sharing her tin with another item. If we even go... The evening demanded another music session, given the fun we’d had. Heather reclined on the end of the couch, propped up on cushions, her legs stretched across my lap, her lips wearing a happy smile at being pampered. I kept an icepack on her ankle and gave her the occasional leg massage. Tough job, but I had to do it ... Luckily everyone was too interested in the tunes to be concerned with where my hands. " Thank you for telling me, Mom." Angelina got up and went to her room.So this explains the funny feelings I get between my legs every time I see Daddy, Angelina thought. It's because he's not my real father.That night, Angelina was sprawled out on her bed, wearing nothing but her bathrobe and a silky pink nightgown, reading a book. Her hair was drawn into a smooth knot at the back of her head.There was a knock on the door. "Come in!" Angelina hollered.James, her father, stepped inside. "Hey,.