"These stockings are even nicer than the onesyou were wearing the other night. Would you like to try them Timmydear?" she cooed."Wha...what?" Timmy g...sped as his head spun. Then his head spun againas the skirt swished higher still to reveal the wide nylon welts of thestocking tops, the multiple sturdy white garters underneath pulling thestocking tops both smooth and taut as he took in the whole panoramicview causing him to nearly swoon as Madge smiled and giggled withsatisfaction.She heard. Remember that Dan guy from Miami, who wrote that book about our ten missing girls and their murders?”“Yeah, you don’t have to fucking remind me again about Dan Davenport, and his fucking book! And it was made into a fucking movie too! ‘The Retrospective Murders,’ what the fucking hell kind of title is that?! I hate that fucker!”“I liked what the Miami Police named us, ‘The Anniversary Killers,’” Arnie boasted.“That asshole Davenport is getting fucking rich at our expense!” Chuck continued. “The. I smoothed the black and white panties over my rump and then traced the waistband around to the front. They fit perfectly. I kinda liked the look. Like I was a dairy cow. I could be a human cow with big udders just full of creamy milk.Milk? Why did I think of that? What was with these panties?I shook my head, putting that hopeless fantasy out of my mind. Even if I got pregnant and had a kid, how big would my tits even get? Go up a size? I might finally be an A-cup in truth. I would never be. I knew that she was telling me all of this so that I would be seeing my husband from another woman’s point of view. It was working. I was getting quite wet from her words and from the gentle rubbing of my clit. She dropped her hands to his belt and unbuckled it. The bulge in his pleated trousers had become even more impressive. She pulled the zipper tab down and let his trousers slip down his legs. After two last licks of his nipples, she dropped to her knees in front of his bulge. Pulling his.