She obviously got that reaction a lot.She knew what was on my mind about something else too."You needn't look for a lump in my genitals, Jeanette. I'... a geneticgirl. Born and raised. The HRL is a big tent. Any stocking lover iswelcome, not just pretty boys wanting to be prettier."Ms. Stunner was a natural-born female? Wow!There was a plot twist, huh?Anyway. I didn't know any of it at the time, but Ms. Stunner was acommitted stocking enthusiast since the age of seven. Even though. He laughed a little as, he saw her face. She was biting a pillow. He leaned in and whispered. ‘You’re such a good friend that you won’t even tell them that they are hurting you?’ She let go of the pillow to speak to him. ‘I was really hoping she’d finish me off.’ ‘Here I brought your glasses.’ He set them on the night stand next to her bed ‘and those flowers are for you too. And there’s a new shirt over there for you too.’ ‘Thanks for bringing my glasses but you didn’t need to do the shirt and. "He inhaled deeply and the scents that assaulted his large, velvety nostrils sent a pang through his body that struck straight down to his loins. The nearby fragrance of Helen's arousal and the outright odor of sexual congress wafting heavily on the gentle nighttime breeze from the cottage were almost enough to banish all cognizant thought other than lust from his mind. But, Edgar pushed his bestial urges aside as his nostrils inhaled two unfamiliar scents that drifted alongside the baser ones,. I felt my pussy juices start to drip out of me. A scent, I know it spicy, citrus, musky … I know that scent! A breathe on my neck, god it feels so real. A kiss, not like my Masters kiss but I felt it. A tongue licking my inside thigh; not my Masters either. A hand, it slid up my curves to my breasts; too big for my Masters hand. God then there was that cock! It felt familiar, but who? I gasped as I felt it slide into my wet pussy. ‘This dream is so amazing,’ I thought to myself. "Don’t wake up,.