Yes, I like it.’ ‘You hesitated,’ Betty accused. ‘What is it you DON’T like?’ Cindy blushed. ‘Well … when he’s been working in the f...owerbeds, like now, he’s always dirty and sweaty. I guess I don’t really like the way he smells sometimes … or the way he tastes.’ ‘Tastes? He makes you suck him?’ ‘Oh, yes,’ Cindy said, almost dreamily. ‘He really likes that.’ ‘Well, DUH! Of COURSE he likes that! What guy DOESN’T like that?’ Betty regarded her companion in silent contemplation. ‘Do you ALWAYS do. .. I was anxious to getdressed!I sat down on the bed and decide that the first thing I should put on wasthe stockings. I took them in my hand and enjoyed the slinky feeling as Irolled them into a ball and slid them on to my toes and up my legs. Iremembered watching my Mom do this when I was younger and now I understoodwhy women wore stockings instead of pantyhose, they felt incredibly sexy. Istood up and then placed the garter belt around my waist, attaching it atthe front and then rotating it. With both of us trying to build careers, we let our personal relationship deteriorate, to the point of looking elsewhere for what we should have been looking for at home. But before either of us pulled the trigger on an extra-marital affair, we moved into a corner house in a new neighborhood. After the moving truck had departed and the furniture placed where we wanted it, we took to unpacking clothes and dishes, hanging curtains and the like. Partway through, the doorbell rang. Syd answered. I was distraught, am I now unable to satisfy my perversions? One day when my mom went off to pick up my dad, my brother and I were watching some cable TV when I had to take a piss. I went to the bathroom perhaps, by some divine intervention, my sight was directed to the cluster of laundry pails in the bathroom. My mom had a habit of soaking laundry for a day before washing them to remove any mildew and stale odours. There were 3 large pails and 2 small pails. The 2 smaller pails were stacked on.