I swear just the thought made pre-c*m dribble out of my c**k.I could only imagine her kicking off her coffee coloured heels, and hitching up her skirt...and pulling down those wonderful sheer tights and hopefully leaving them in the bin of the unisex toilet, where i`d look after she was out of sight, and then pulling out the new pack opening the box, stretching out the tights, and then placing one foot in to the nylon material and making sure the toe seam is straight and then placing the other. Sometimes she had been older - for a few decades she's been a caring mother and grandmother. Sometimes, she'd been younger - reliving crucial parts of her childhood and teenage years, most often in warped versions of her original memories.All of those lifetimes of knowledge - all of that slow learning and adapting - had been for this one final moment. The time before she returned to the "real world".It had been explained from the first day she arrived that only minutes would pass. She was. "Okay, you got it."And with that, Gene stood up, and started waving his hands in the air andbegan mumbling. Then he stopped for a moment. "You might want to stepback kid, my magic has been kind of glitchy lately, and I you never knowwhat the side effects are going to do." What!?!?" Samuel asked. "Ya know, that might have been something youshould have told me up front!"Gene just shrugged his shoulders. "Sorry," he said. And with that hestarted waving his hands in the air once again and. And right was the direction she chose, guiding him up to one of those doors. It looked insecure within its frame, and of very light construction. Dark paint was peeling around the lock, revealing a white surface beneath. She released him for a moment so that she could magically produce her keys again. Having done so, she assaulted the lock. Clearly she experienced some difficulties, because it took a lot of pulling and pushing and maneouvring before he heard a click and they were able to enter.