She took his right hand from her leg, placing it on her left tit.He felt it, then sliding his hand inside the low opening, she leaned to accept his ki...s. She instantly breathed heavier and moaned softly, accepting his exploring tongue. Her hand fell to his lap, lightly rubbing his hardened cock.“It looks like Dan and Emily aren’t wasting any time,” Jason said, observing them.“We’ll have our own fun soon,” Wendy replied, unfastening the next button on her blouse.Emily broke her kiss with him. Somehow it's all so quintessentially feminine, representing everything that is instinctively alluring about a woman. The suspender clips, for example, placed so carefully and so correctly around the stocking-tops, lifting and holding each stocking perfectly, and (I suddenly noticed) each clip even had its own tiny but perfect satin cover. It was all so fascinating, so sweet, so delicious ... and so bloody fucking sexy! Since that day I've looked at lots of pictures of women in stockings, and I. It was early primary season still but already the odds were already overwhelmingly in her favor.Enough with the prognostications ... I thought with a sigh. It was too early still in the morning to get depressed about the future.I made the now very familiar daily drive to the river dock quite quickly enough, as Saturday morning traffic was fairly light, and took the North Island ferry across to the hospital. Security at the front door let me in immediately as usual with just a nod and a message. The directions had warned that they were likely to take hours for the printer to produce.So I set the thing going on the biggest of the two, the stock, and decided to turn in. With the printer going whsht-whsht in the background I was fast asleep within a couple of minutes. I didn't dream at all, at least not that I could remember.Somewhere around 4:00 in the morning I woke up to a silent room; the thing had finally quit. I glanced at the bedside clock and wondered idly if I should get up and.