If you change your mind then follow the map, and you'll find me.Love Karin xo"I felt my eyes beginning to tear up. "I was such a dumb fucking bitch, w...y couldn't I have just gone with you or left after you sent me this? I hope you're still there. I hope you haven't found anyone else. You probably have but I have to make peace with this either way," I sad sadly to myself.After I managed to get myself to finally stop crying I found the piece of paper I had written the number for that Abisko light. Nice comfortable afternoons, cool afternoons. You feel so much more comfortable, cuddled up to me evenings in our Cottage in Newmarket, New Hampshire, all natural wood and lavender potpourris, pine and the noise of owls in the night and the occasional rattatat of the woodpeckers. Breakfasts of warm eggs, and bacon, coffee, the sweet smell of toast. The comfortable days back, blue skies, thick skirts, clean air, quiet moments and dry dusted surfaces. You feel in a particularly warm mood.. Looking over at Abby, he watches as her skirt falls to the floor at her feet."Does this answer your question Mr. Franks?" I say, standing next to him rubbing my slit."Mmmm I see what you mean, Heather."The three of us strip off our clothes, tossing them in the air. Sue and Abby take his hands, pulling Mr. Franks to his feet. After undressing him, the three of us kiss our way down his body. Kneeling in front of Mr. Franks, I take his cock head in my mouth as Sue sucks on one ball while Abby. It was sexual, primal and it felt naughty and secretive. Although he felt shame, it was not enough to detract his attention from staring down a pretty set of stocking clad female legs.He was becoming a young connoisseur of nylon stockings. His obsession drove him to carefully notice and remember the details of the different brands and styles of nylons he came across. He recognized the brand names, colors and markings on the stocking welts. He tracked their subtle differences in his mind.