"Trouble?" Well not exactly..." he said, but she was there at the door before hecould finish."We need to do something about that. It'll never fit in t...ose," she said,"But can't you put the stockings on first," she said picking them up andpulling one out to its full length, displaying the fact it was a fishnet.With more of a sensory overload, his thing was actually getting painfuland he fervently wished that she hadn't picked up that stocking."I don't think I can wait that long," he said. He was her favourite artist. “Yeah, his stuff is awesome,” Kendra agreed, waving her hand as if hushing Elaine. “I’ll just grab some water and I’ll join you.” “There’s still a glass of wine left.” Elaine figured it couldn’t hurt. “Okay.” A minute later she was curled up in the single seater, watching the documentary. Embarrassingly, Elaine hadn’t been aware of the nice view of her ass she was displaying. With her legs tucked under herself and her body turned toward the. The story contains mature subject matter. It may contain adult situations and/or language. If you're not old enough to legally read this (and you know who you are), then get out of here before it's too late. You've been warned.Permission is granted to archive or repost this story as long as the text is unaltered, and my copyright and this notice are included. Oh, and this permission is conditional upon it's being available only on free sites. No membership fee, "Adult Check", or other means of. " These are for you," I say as she closes the door behind me, handing herthe flowers. She takes them from me and smiles, leading the way into herplace down a long corridor. Photographs are everywhere, artfullyarranged in different shapes and sizes, with a variety of people inthem. "Do you mind if I use your bathroom?" I ask."Of course not, just the last door there. Do you want a drink?" sheasks, and she can tell. She can see it in my eyes. "What's wrong? What'shappened Kevin?" He knows," I say,.