My fingers encountered a garment that felt very sensuous and I pulled it free of the tangle of dirty washing.It was a pair of footless tights, black b...t very sheer. I had noticed that a lot of women were getting around in tights or leggings as they called them, they were quite the fashion trend at the moment. As a 'leg and ass man' I was hardly likely not to notice. But these tights seemed very sheer; almost as sheer as pantyhose.A rather large label was attached to the waistband and I read it. I stayed Gwen's hand as I continued watching our uninvited tablemate. Grace asked waspishly, "Who the fuck are you?" He smiled calmly as he replied, "Mr. Smith. And that..." As he shrugged his shoulder at a tall, athletic looking blonde woman in a short leather jacket: "...Would be Mrs. Smith." The blonde in question was leaning on a trash container across the aisle, eating an ice cream cone. She made eye contact as she took a particularly long lick, then winked. Gwen settled her palms flat on. We could only swim down several feet when something strange happened. The water rose up out of the pool in a glittering column with us trapped inside of it. A scintillating light engulfed me and I cried out as I fell into yet another pool. This one was quite warm and soothing. Thorn came up sputtering but unharmed. It was a hot spring and there to greet us two hooded acolytes of Anackire. They dried us off and offered us robes of our own. One of the priestesses touched a finger to her lips for. Her brother was changed out of his sweaty clothes and looking fit in a muscle shirt and sweat pants. She flopped on his bed and smiled thinking of his handsome body, that he was probably flogging his cock on that very bed just a few minutes earlier as he was changing. “So, tell me about Natalie,” she began.“Well, there’s not much more to tell, Ann. It’s just odd that she was so bold with me about it, and especially since she hardly knows me. She’s so young, too. I don’t think she.