He supposed that women were fed up with the constant cost of replacing snagged and run stockings. Ironically, that was one of the ways he consistently...kept his collection growing.The world of nylon hosiery was changing as fast as the rest of the world around him in the late 60's. The cry for more selfish and personal freedoms was ringing loudly especially among his generation. As hemlines creeped north ever so steadily, stockings, with their very noticeable dark welts attached to shiny garters,. He flagged down a taxi and gave the driver an address. The ride would have been ten minutes if it weren't for the traffic. The barely moving traffic made it thirty minutes that morning.Peter was surprised that the office for 'Just Act' was in a strip mall. He was pretty sure that the office had been a retail store once upon a time. The renovations had obviously been minimal. There appeared to be eight cubicles created by some kind of movable partition. They were not banking type cubicles, so. “I want to come home now,” she cried, “please pick me up, daddy.” “Okay, Sue, I’ll get there as quick as I can,” I promised her and quickly jotted down the directions. I made myself presentable and hated to leave as I continued to stare at my beautiful wife as she spread her legs wide and plunged three fingers into her sloppy pussy. I knew I had to get my daughter but wondered if I would be the first man to return to my house and find such a sexy surprise. I put the keys in the ignition,. We can always fuck later. I’m not going anywhere for some time now.”When the chicken was crisp and done just right I put it on the plate and took it inside. I had cooked the entire package of five leg quarters thinking that we could eat the leftovers for dinner the next day. Well there were no leftovers. Patricia was certainly eating for two that was for sure and she was no lady about it either. After I threw the bones in the trash and put the dirty dishes in the sink I took Patricia up to the.