Holcomb."I was trying to huddle into a small a space as possible, covering as much of me as I could."So, how is the dare going to be proven?" Two of m... friends are here watching. It isn't anything really, just a stupid dare." Call them."I did and there was dead silence. I called again. Nothing."Friends, right, Jorgenson. Since you are by yourself I suppose you stripped so you could masturbate at your desk. God, what a nasty slut you must be."My so called friends had bailed on me when they heard. So we destroy the icon, and free them!" You miss my point, we must expose the icon for the subterfuge it is. We must undermine the mind games of the illuminati. It is the only way, and somewhere there is a clue how to do it. The clue is what we must find and soon - for I fear the game is afoot."Brighton scratched the back of his head with gusto."I think I will just go and get these maps Holmes and leave you to puzzle this one through." Excellent, yes do, do. Oh and Brighton - be careful.". It was very innocent I was horsing around with my aunt and I tickled her feet which happened to be covered with pantyhose. Over the years I have always been turned on by women in pantyhose. Teachers in school, friends mother's . Just about any woman who wore pantyhose had my attention. I was inspired to finally write my own story by reading some of the stories on this site and by my own experiences and fantasies. I welcome all feedback good or bad. Always open to new ideas. This story is part. “Glad you could come over.”Their eyes met, and held, if only for a moment, but Dalia felt the electricity between them and she forced herself to exhale for the first time.“Thanks,” she whispered back. “I really appreciate you taking the time to help me.”“Come on out by the pool,” Susan whispered softly, “I fixed us some iced tea’”Susan's hand slipped into Dalia’s as she led her out the door to the deck. “I was just working on my tan”.Dalia felt herself warming as she looked at Susan’s long.