Even when he sat still, he could feel thestockings' unmistakable touch on his flesh. Their silky, gentlyrestricting grip was just above his perceptua... threshold, making itimpossible to push it to the back of his mind and ignore. When he movedhis legs, walked, or just brushed them against each other, that was adifferent story. His skin relayed their slick, taut texture shifting,stretching, and contracting over his flesh in an equivalent of a sensuouserotic massage, not enough to give him a. She wantedly requested me to look her home which i had sawn earlier which she also knows.she grabbed my hand and took me to all her home and finnaly we reached her bedroom. the room was really fantastic. fully designed by wood works and pictures of her in different dress. the room was quite dark due to the curtains. once we entered she turn on her night lamp and made some fragrance which really attracts me for sexy mood. i told her all was nice and i told her i am leaving. but she didnt allow. As I finally finish my sweeping, I walk past the Red Knights, nodding a quiet farewell. They nod back, then Cristiano speaks out. "Let me finish my drink," he says, his voice slurred and drunk. But they've all been drinking, so the response I hear from Dante is expected."Alright, but make it quick." Then they leave. The bar is empty now, except for Leana, Cristiano, and myself. There is an awkward silence that passes between all of us. I place the broom back in the closet, then take a seat on a. “You didn’t have to say anything. I can read your mind. Don’t move”, she demanded.Carol said she would be right back. She returned a minute later with a bottle of lotion. She turned out all the lights except one lamp on the end table. She sat back down on the couch and squirted a generous glob of lotion in her palm then slowly and seductively rubbed her hands together. Then she leaned over and started unbuckling my belt and said, “Let’s see what you got in there nephew.”All the dirty talk had.