I pulled her up and slid the shower door open pushing her outside; she looked at me worryingly but I stepped out behind her picked her up and carried ...er through to the bedroom. I placed her on the bed with her legs d****d over the edge. I pushed her legs apart and looked down at her gorgeous young pussy with its little triangle of hair; I could not resist it. I went down and kissed her pussy firmly running my tongue along her lips pushing it inside as much as I could. She started to writhe. Again I was foregoing eyeliner and applied several coats ofblack length extending mascara. A light rose blush tinged my cheeks and atranslucent powder brought all into definition. I saved my lips for last.I popped on six or seven silver and gold spangles on each arm and readiedmy three inch long multi drop little silver balls earrings to be attachedafter I had fixed my hair.MY HAIR! Each time I looked in the mirror, I could almost cry (Don't dothat! Your mascara will run!). My hair was. Finally, beside the bed I found Mark had left a pair of white heelswhich, when I slipped them onto my feet, fit absolutely perfectly and mademy calves look even sexier in their white stockings. Now, unlike my heightand build, my feet were definitely not the same size as Gina's, thesecouldn't have been her shoes and I began to think once more about how muchthought and planning Mark must have put into this.However, I wasn't allowed too much leisure to think on this as just atthat second, as I. Why was this out of place? Well, twothings, firstly it was a quiet suburban street where the residents werequite house proud. Not only did they not leave litter anywhere but theywere constantly using powerhoses to blast their driveways so a discardedpair of pantyhose looked out of place.The second thing I noticed was that normally when you saw discarded pairof pantyhose by the roadside somewhere they were torn or laddered. Thispair did not look damaged so I picked them up to take a closer.