Allie wasn’t as accomplished a dancer as Eve, so we didn’t make as many of the spins and twirls, just waited for the slow numbers and crushed our ...odies together and waltzed. Towards the end of the evening, I even got to slow-dance with both together, much to the amusement of the band. It was also becoming apparent that Allie had an ulterior motive for guiding us to this restaurant. The maitre `d was a fabulous tall stud, with almost too much good looks on him. Evidently, Allie had been scoping. Normally, he'd be out planting trees. It was a ritual he'd adopted the year after Mr. Johanson's funeral. He'd died on Earth Day, and Daniel had thought it a fitting tribute to a man who'd lived so long. Thinking about it today, however, had reminded him of his mother's death two months before, and his father's less than a year earlier."Why are you sad? It's a beautiful day."Daniel started upon hearing the voice, and managed to slip around the slender trunk of the intertwined trees in the. ..” she said as she raised herself on her elbows and watched my fingertips tracing teasingly around those swollen hot lips. After a couple of slow circles around her warm slick mound, my fingertips shone with her juices.“Does she have the hottest clit that I’ve ever seen?” I slid my fingers up to the top of her dripping slot and rolled that fiery little pea between my thumb and forefinger.“Uuunnngggghhh ... I ... oh God ... I ... I don’t know,” she repeated again as hot sensations started to. At this time, I had no knowledge of what a run was; I just instinctively knew I had to be gentle with the stockings because they could easily be torn. I carefully ran my hands over my legs beginning at my ankles and working my way up to my thighs. After having the stockings on for approximately 15 minutes I knew it was time to remove them and return them to my mother’s dresser.I balled the stockings up and placed them on the dresser trying to duplicate the look my mother had created when she.