She smiled that smile and pressed herself against him. She kissed him hard, deep to his soul, then her fingers slid down his chest to fondle him befor... she pulled away."I know," she whispered. "Isn't it fun!"She walked away sexily, rolling her hips. She knew he was watching every movement and wondered if he would follow. From the kitchen window, she saw him standing by the car with a look of total confusion on his face. She smiled as she saw him sigh and open the car door.He opened the envelope. ...I'm really splitting hairs over the colour by that point!Perhaps the following will help convey just what seeing a nice pair of legs in leggings does to me. I hope it gets you as randy reading it, as it does me, everytime I think it....which is about 50 times a day! I suspect I must mentally fuck about 50 women through the course of a normal working day!Here goes...So, if you WERE wearing a pair of nice, tight black (or other coloured) leggings, and we WERE (hypothetically) together, I'd no. "Will you stop that? You have nothing to be sorry about. I'm sorry I can't do anything to take the pain away." Nobody can," she said, softly. For several minutes, we held to each other without speaking. "She left me a note," she continued. "She said she couldn't keep doing this...whatever this was supposed to be. I never saw her again, never heard from her, and couldn't find her when I went looking for her."It finally dawned on me. "I must remind you of her," I said. She nodded. "You look a lot. They were a nice couple too and we got on okay with them most of the time. Being a much younger couple, mid thirties I guess, and they were still sexually very active as we soon found out." So it was Paul that... ?" Mark started and then shut up. "Sorry I shouldn't interrupt you. Go on please." That's okay. Ask and comment all you want but you'll find out about that question later." Jackie paused for a few moments and then went on, "They had a nice detached house in the suburbs the opposite.