“Do you have any of those open ones?” she asked.Be still my beating heart, I thought, and trundled offto see what I could find. When I ret...rned she waswearing some white net stockings.“How do you like these?” she said, turning her legsthis way and that. She had marvelous quads and calves.“Very nice,” I said. “How far up do they go?”Quite coyly she bit her lip and started edging herskirt higher and higher. Since it was short to beginwith it. But I wanted to know if it was moving on and how soon we could expect things to return to ... well, normal.The Weather Channel was covering just that very thing and from the size of the coverage on the Doppler radar, it didn't look like it would stop before morning. I sighed. Being back at home was bad enough, but being stuck in the house was worse. The memories made me want to break out the shovel and make sure there would be an escape path if needed, but there were too many things going on. " Sure," he said with feigned cheer. "Be right up." He hung up the phone, and sighed. He was definitely worried. He trudged to the elevator, and took it to the fifteenth floor. He trudged to Alexa's door, and knocked."Come in if your name is Warren!" he heard Sophia giggle from behind the door. He walked in, and saw Sophia and Alexa both sitting on the bed. Thankfully, they were sitting on opposite ends of the bed, and they were fully clothed."C'mere, sweetheart," Sophia said, patting the bed. I love the sensation of the approaching orgasm - the feeling as that first drop of semen begins to gush slowly from the head of my throbbing cock, watching it emerge as a small whit e drop, before growing rapidly into a thick cloudy white bead. I like to take in the contrast of its whiteness against the redness of my dick, as I savor the feeling of my sperm leaking from the head of my now hypersensitive cock-head.For some reason, that first drop always tastes the best – as if you are tasting.