To say I’m nervous is to say rain is sorta wet. I lay naked on the bed, and I am shaking. Kelly snuggles up beside me, whispers that she is Chris�...� little helper, she produces, from ‘somewhere’ a fur mitten, it’s so soft, like mink or fox. She strokes my body with the mitt, it is very soft, so erotic. Kelly starts with my ear, then gradually works her way down, my neck, shoulders finally my famous pointy breasts which she treats like they are the most beautiful in the world. Chris kisses. My actual climax felt better than I had expected, although the whole event had a perfunctory feel to it. When I pulled out, she turned around to look at me and she was frowning. When I caught my breath and could speak, I said, “Ah, you didn’t come yourself.”“That was pretty obvious.”I was somehow irked with her, even though I was mostly bugged with myself. “You didn’t do anything to help it along.”“A little more foreplay would have helped, but I can understand why you felt rushed.”It seemed. However, that changed in the late 60’s when manufacturers found they could make nylon stretchy by crimping it under heat and then when Lycra was invented by DuPont in 1959, there was no longer a need for fully fashioned stockings. Later, the seams too were to disappear as manufacturers moved away from knitting flat to circular knitting machines, which eliminated the need to join the material. Q: What’s a wife more afraid of finding on her man than lipstick on his collar? A: Leg paint on his. ”Every time he speaks, my heart beats a little faster.“Zach… it’s okay. None of that matters anymore,” I whispered back.He was silent again, but spoke soon enough.“I love you,” he whispered.I haven’t heard him say those three words to me in what feel like ages. Everything in me began to tingle. “I love you too.”He kissed me again, I kissed back. We didn’t stop this time. Our hands slowly began to explore the bodies we used to know. Slowly, things began to heat up. His fingers drifted to my.