She showed me how to roll up the stocking like a little donut and slidemy toes in first, then to roll the stocking up my leg. They felt so nicegoing o..., though I wished they were the regular kind, and not fishets. Iguess you can't have everything."Oh, and make sure you tuck the garter straps inside of your thong," Eladded."Why?" I asked."Because, if the straps are outside your panties, you'll have to undothem to take your panties off, if you need to go to the bathroom," shestated simply."Oh," I. "Oh, it's nothing. Your mom just sounded like she was impatient to be a grandmother. I told her again we both want to finish school before we get married or have kids. She agreed, but I still got the feeling she wished we'd hurry."What was with my mother? I mean, any normal parent would be thrilled to hear we were in no hurry to have kids. So what was going on with her?Wednesday morning I woke up before the alarm went off for a change. I rolled over and saw my lady, stretched out on her tummy. He could not have been more than sixteen years of age. The poor child was soaking wet and shivering. The boy’s wide eyes gazed up at Rhiannon. Even with his overgrown hair plastered to his face and forehead, the child’s relief was hard to hide as the door opened. Inside the mouth of the building the boy stepped graciously, only leaving behind him a sodden trail staining the wooden floor in the shape of his boots. Clutched to the young lad’s chest was a small package covered with a thick heavy. When she got back Sara would tell her what had happened, and as the story unfolded Carol would sit in some shock. ‘But tell me Sara, did you recognise who he was? Do you remember his face?’ her eyes roamed over her friend’s features as if to read the answer to her question there, but she found nothing. ‘Oh Sara… was it Ricky?’ * * * Her lips glided slowly across his skin, her tender flesh grazing its roughness. Her nose filled with the scent of his manliness and she soaked it in through every.