Marianne began. ‘I thought about what to say for a long time, Cari. I know I could have done things better, and I’m sorry about that. ‘At the pa...ty, I just went a little crazy, I guess. I’ve never had the chance to actually be at one like that, and the possibilities – well, I got carried away with the ideas, I guess. I told Simon I wanted to get high, get drunk and get laid, and strongly implied that I wanted him to do the same. And he did, didn’t he?’ ‘Yes, he did,’ Caroline answered. ‘If I. There were old out board motors and motorcycles, bikes, tractors. If it was mechanical and was built before 1975 chances are somewhere in those piles it was hiding there.Weeds had grown up over most of the stuff. One old barn had a good sized oak tree growing so close to the building it was half in and half out. It looked as if that tree hadn’t been there the structure would have probably fallen down by now.Besides the repair garage building, there was only one other concrete block building on. The matching bra, or more of a bustier or a miniature corset, was a bit awkward to put on, but one look into the small mirror opposite the bed told her that it fit perfectly. She had bought the ensemble for Fernando, images of romantic lovemaking at the forefront of her mind. But that had been then. She pulled the sheer, black nylon stockings with the red seams up her legs, straightening them around her thighs with shaking fingers. Matching gloves soon covered her arms, leaving only the tips of. After a minute or two realising where he was he calmed down got his trousers down and covered both our laps with his raincoat. The biggest thrill for me was feeling another nylon clad leg rubbing against my own. Calmed down, he started to stroke my thighs just above and below my stocking tops and leaned in and gave me a sloppy wet French kiss. I’d not had a kiss like that before and it just turned me on even more As we kissed my hand moved onto his stocking tops and then up to feel the hardness.