“Ooh,” I remarked, “what’s this?”“I bought them last weekend”, she answered. “Do you like them?”“I wasn’t expecting them. It’s...not what…”“What you’d expect me to wear?” Emma interrupted. “Not becoming of me?”“No,” I protested, “not that. But I’m learning more and more about you.”“I can be adventurous, given half a chance. I don’t have to be innocent, do I?”“Not if you don’t want to.”I pulled in close and began kissing her. My hand moved along the lace tops of her tights, feeling the boundary. Come on, we have to go."The man glanced back at the broken window, then ran with Kateri andWilliam. "Come on into my place. We'll call the police."He hurried them across the street and into his home. "Sit down, ladies,"he said in a rush, then he looked back through the door's windows to seeif they were being followed. Beyond the light post near the end of thedriveway, things got darker quickly, but he didn't see anyone comingtowards his house. He did think that he may have some movement. She’d enjoyed a nice one growing up and more than one young man got to find out just how nice it was. Even five years into her marriage, when her husband’s lust was slowing down, she’d had no difficulty getting a guy she worked with between her legs as often as she wanted some variety.She wanted that girl back and had taken diet and exercise seriously, now back to those original specs and attracting male interest. But not her husband’s unfortunately, in spite of seductive efforts on her part.. "Lisa sat next to him and giggled. "It is different, isn't it?" Then running her hand up the inside of his leg she added, "But it will save time when we get to dessert."Dan and Lisa spent the entire weekend in her apartment, never even opening the door. Most of it was spent playing sex games. They quickly lost count of how many times they made love, but in addition they played a lot of BDSM games. Because Lisa's apartment was not isolated, but touched others, they had to hold the noise down..