"I will if you take your pants and underwear off, too."I shed all my clothes almost before she finished the sentence.She slipped a thumb into the wais...band of her panties and stared at me. Then she stuck her other thumb inside the panties and pushed them down, but only far enough to show some pubic hair. I stood there breathless, panting, waiting. But they went no farther. I looked up at her smiling face."Do you want to do it?" she asked.My hands shook as I reached for her panties. She waited. All he saw was her flowing hair, her magnificent ass and the musical curves of her back receding. He followed her and she turned to look at him with witchery in her eyes. A further flight if stairs led down and she descended these slowly; like a ballerina, in time to some silent symphony. Everything about Stephanie is musical, he reflected as he followed her down the stairs. What better picture could you paint of her than one of notes; that exist for but an instant, beautiful and perfect, and. ? As she pulled them carefully up her smooth legs, she felt the tightness of the nylon squeezing her.? They were, strictly speaking, too short, but this was carefully planned and she pulled the fully extended tabs of the suspender belt down and attached them to the lacy tops of the stockings.?Her skirt was, again, carefully chosen so that the care in the choice of stockings was not wasted.? The skirt waistband had been carefully fashioned so that there was no unsightly fastening or zip to spoil. And then stopped and simply got up off my bed and walked to the other end of the loft and stood next to Johnny." He was surprised when the lightning flashed again to find me standing next to him. He said to me ... Crap Emmy, what the hell?" I'm horny," I said."Well, what do you want me to do about it," he retorted?"I don't know," I started, "What can you do about it?" Well, Johnny looked at me and scooched over in bed and told me to lie down. I did and we were side by side, naked I had no idea.