Until I met him, pantyhose was just something that women and girls wore, there was no sexual connection attached to pantyhose.That changed when I met ...ony. I was 19 and a swimmer, he was 23 and a rugby player. He said he noticed me in a skirt, with tan pantyhose, T-shirt and flats. He said my legs mesmerized him. I'm 5' 3 127lbs, with strong legs and toned butt. He was 6' 2 220 lbs, mostly muscle. He was so nervous when we first met, I noticed he would steal glances at my legs quite frequently.. Great that inches off all round. Time to try on some of my old clothes. I find an older bra, that fits ok, but try as I might I can't find any knickers to fit. Ok new knicks tomorrow. Now that tight dress, yes still a bit tight but it fits much better now. I buy six pairs of new knickers and carry on with my regime. Although I'm now wearing different clothes, no one seems to notices my weight loss, still it's still early days.It's payday again, and I know I have lost weight, my bras are so. Bending slightly she looks over her shoulder then throws a kiss at her reflection. ‘Ah America, the land of the free and the home of the brave.’ An open briefcase lies on the rumpled motel bed. On top is a photograph of a beautiful blonde woman. Written on it in Japanese is GYPSY DANGER. Tomiko closes the case and snaps the latches shut. Outside, the cold morning air kisses her breasts. Through the tank top’s thin fabric, her dark nipples harden to solid points. She gasps as the cold air. Go for it!"I laid back and closed my eyes but peeked thru my lashes to watch myson puzzle over the implements I had arrayed at the edge of the chaise.Soon he figured it out and started to gently file my toenails into avery nice oval shape. I could feel him blowing the file dust off mytoes."Don't stop there, Jim. I love what you are doing. Finish the job.there is a selection of nail polishes in that little leather travel bagby my feet. You pick the color. There is a bottle of clear base coat.