” It was the best feeling. I could feel the warmth of her touch and the kneading of my tissues. I could smell her perfume, we were for the most part...alone. She was the first woman to touch me in years other than my wife with the exception of the nurse that takes my blood pressure at doctors visits. The sensation was just too much. While frozen, enjoying the sensation, my mind racing and my body seemingly paralyzed, my penis betrayed me and began to swell. I don’t know if she noticed it at. ”“Angel. She and me did it sometimes before she moved away.”“I remember her, she was pretty. Second part, how many times?”“I don’t know, I didn’t’ count but it was maybe twenty or more times. We did it for two months when we could get alone.” “Part three, is she the only one?”“Yeah, I can’t seem to get Margie hot enough yet.” Margie and I had been dating for two months. Erin fell over to her side, propped up on an elbow and looked up at me. “Your turn.”“Truth or Dare?”“Truth.” “Did you do it. I got in my car and drove to another parking lot to examine my purchase closer. I took out all my stuff and laid it out on the seat next to me so I could see it all. I took out the stockings and rubbed one on my leg. The feeling was electric! I kicked of my sandal and pulled one of the stockings up to my knee. I took one of the heels and slid my foot right in and buckled the strap. The nylon sure helped my foot glide in the shoe, and the look of that shoe on my foot was so erotic. I tucked. Emma, short for Emiline, was thirteen. She hated her full name with a passion and teasing her about it could make her cry, something her brothers did on a fairly regular basis. Boys being boys.But today she wasn't crying. She was happy. She skipped over the knoll until she was out of sight of the house. With a jar of tea in one hand and a sack of sandwiches for Rob in the other Emma twirled until the skirt of her thin cotton dress flared around her. The breeze blew up her armpits and between.