I love the waysilk stocking cling to the shapely legs of any woman, or the way highheels push and reposition the unique and fabulous shape of any woma...,have you ever seen a woman slouch who's wearing them? I even love thesound stockings make as the rub together or against the material ofskirts. When I see any woman dressed thisway I can't help but look, much to the understandable announce of mywife, even though after all these years I still think she has got thebest legs and figure in the. .." she paused, giving me a knowing look up and down, "...problem." I raised my eyebrow, and was about to protest that I had no problem I was aware of, but she cut me off. "Oh, don't bother trying to deny it and hide behind false fronts and bravado. I know. You'll find no judgment from me. You hide it well, you should know. Better than most, but I know of the disconnection between your soul and your body."Finding my voice again, after having it basically startled out of me, I asked "how could. ’ Linda knew she had the choice of giving the Crutched One a high decibel dressing down, ignoring him or calling the police to arrest this probable escapee from a home for the criminally insane. What saved him were his twinkling blue eyes. Her beloved father had had eyes like that, now long extinguished. So she ignored him, sitting for another minute to wait the return of her normal feeling of stability. Something brushed her sleeve. ‘Here,’ said the Crutched One. ‘Phone your office to advise. As soon as we got in the the house Lynn had got out another bottle of wine and brought me a glass then went back and git hers and the rest of the bottle.as we sat in the bedroom sipping our wine which was hotting me hard as I did not know that again there was a little something extra in my glass of wine to make me even more sexually aroused than I was. Lynn grabbed the big water pipe and filled and lit it up and quickly joined her and after just a few hits. I was so turned on I forgot all about.