He opens the remaining buttons and opens his shirt. His chest is masculine and lightly tanned. He slides his hand over his abs, upward to his nipples.... watch him gently draw little circles on each one. My tongue should be doing that. I bite down on my lip when I see them harden. He smiles at me, he knows I’m weakening. I’m sure he’s imagining me kneeling between his legs. But I won’t give in…yet.I slip the straps of my slip over my shoulders but I only let it fall to my waist. He licks his lips. As I sat there putty in her hands she rolled stockings up mylegs and if the sensation of the corset wasn't torture enough thestockings were the finishing touch. My cock was like a lump of coalstretching my little panties to bursting point.The finishing touch to the ensemble were a pair of open toed stilettos,the heels looked precipitously steep and I saw my life flash before myeyes as I wondered if I could wear them. Thankfully they had a dainty butstrong strap for the ankles, I noted with. After they talked, maybe as a result of her own guilt and of his sincerity on the issue, she believed him and felt her own guilt swell, realizing for the first time in years, that Matt really did feel deep love for her.Underneath it all, Lisa wasn't sure why, but she suspected that there was more to the Kate story than he was saying. She just had the sense. But, she also felt a certain relief in the way he was talking to her and looking at her, because she felt that if there had ever been. In checking his email he saw one from his son Kyle. In the email Kyle said he was going to take some leave and would be stopping by Ron's condo with a good friend to visit. He was planning on being here only three days and then he was going to head on down to Tulsa, Oklahoma. Why he was going to Tulsa Ron didn't know as he was unaware of the Marines having a base or depot there.That question was answered when Ron opened his door and was surprised to find Kyle standing there with a female.