Might fall right down”There were many more verses than I’ve listed here. Eventually, Fred strummed a final chord, and rested the guitar.Once we ha... got our own breath back, we praised him, asking him how the heck he remembered quite so many of the verses.“Partly practice, partly having that sort of memory, and partly cheating - why do you think I got Vee to start a few? I’m not quite as green as I am cabbage looking!”We laughed. The lad had a real sense of humour, and didn’t take himself too. ..*CRACK*A heavy hand lands on your ass cheeks causing you to stumble the woman at your feet holding you up.*CRACK*It lands on he other cheek and you feel the blood rush to them, feel them redden. The cold in the room is forgotten as the heat in your body threatens to overload. Again hands are all over you including a man's hand sliding betwen your thighs from behind. Perhaps the one that just caused the cheeks of your ass to glow. To you they feel like they must be bright red as a rough hand. When the woman from the bank became Roger's wife and when he finally told her directly about his fetish for nylons, she was quite receptive. It was easy for her to indulge her new husband's preference because she already enjoyed wearing hosiery as part the very feminine girly girl persona she already projectedRoger's wife knew from how often he caressed and stroked her nylon clad legs that he loved the way her hosiery felt to touch. She would tingle with electric arousal herself when he lightly. At the same, the typing of the intensively firing scene had found her casting herself and Vickie, together with sometimes Stan, then young Jerry Adams playing the male role, until when she'd put the cover on her machine for the day, she'd had all she could do to forcibly jot off the note to her enchanting neighbor."Look, babe, maybe you'd rather I didn't go tonight if you're feeling that bad?" Jay had thoughtfully offered."No, no. It's nothing that serious, darling," she'd quickly set him at.