I could feel desire building. Moving my hand between us, I wrapped my hand around his flaccid member. As I was trying to arouse his sleeping member w...th my hand, I uncontrollably chuckled.What’s so funny?” he asked.Without thinking, I blurted out, “It’s so small.”“Boy, you really know how to build a guy’s ego,” he replied.“No…no… I didn’t mean it like that,” I said, trying to extract my foot from my mouth. “What I was trying to say was that it is so small compared to how big it is when you. “I’d rather have you. I can’t face a lifetime without you. Don’t do this to me, Hunter. Please. Don’t do this to me.”“Ayasha, you can’t sacrifice everything, even your dancing. You were born to dance.”My chest went tight, so tight breathing was hard. Callie broke my heart, silently crying, her eyes full of agony, tears tumbling. I felt my resolve waver and tried to steel myself.“Please, Hunter,” she whispered, pleading. “I love you!”I couldn’t take Callie’s agony. I hated the pain I was causing. I started to slip my toes into them and then my ankles, then they glided over my small calves, over my knee, until it was fully up my leg next to the bottom of my girdle snaps. I began to attach them to my nylon and when I attached the last (of 4) I nearly fainted! IT FELT SOOOO FUCKING GOOD! and, it looked even better. My leg looked like my Mother's friend?s, or at least that's what I thought. I quickly repeated it with the other leg. WOW! I loved it and was sooo turned on, it felt like if I. Somehow, if I had kissed a woman, she became one of the numbers. And the divine idea of women and my pathetically limited experience... well, I just added the kisses to the list. If you asked me today how many women I've slept with I would answer honestly, two. But I had told so many tales in the days of exaggerations, that sometimes it was six and sometimes seven.I was introduced to Adelle in a dive bar that had a great band. Adelle was a good friend of my fiancé. They had known each other.