.." Well... maybe you'll help me fix the horses... they sure need some brushing... especially Blackie... you ought to take care of him better..."He wa... still looking at me, then I felt his strong arms around me, pressing me tight to him, my breasts feeling the warmth of his sweaty shirt. His body was shivering like he was cold, but I knew he wasn't shivering from that reason. His warm cheek against mine, his young beard-stubble tickling me, while his warm breath was panting close to my naked. ”“Well, yeah, we’re both sort of allergic to the spotlight,” Julie said. “But does that mean you’re bringing us round to the kitchen entrance?”“No, Signora. Is special way, few know; only me, La Contessa, and La Contessa’s maid.”“What, through the Bat Cave,” Troy asked. “Did Helen buy Stately Wayne Manor?”The driver didn’t have an answer for that. They came to a stop in front of a one-room house older than all the others, made from old stone and wood, but well-maintained despite its age. No. She turned her back to the mirror and flipped up the skirt in back to check the alignment of the school mascot's name, emblazoned on her panties in large block letters: BEAVERS.The girls exchanged a look that said, "We are so fucking hot!"They left the bathroom and headed downstairs.The quarterback of the football team watched the pair of cheerleaders come down the stairs to him, sucking in his breath at the sight of their taut bodies in their tight uniforms."Wow," he was finally able to get. Why had she worn stockings instead of pantyhose that day? There had been no subliminal intent: she had simply discovered that she had a run in her last pair of pantyhose and the only thing she could find was a pair of thigh highs that her most recent boyfriend had bought her. She watched him surreptitiously out of the corner of her eye…watched him reposition his ‘package’…watched him attempt to hide his growing arousal with his work folder. She was giving her boss a boner and it made her.