He didn’t rush; if anything, he slowed down, savoring the sensation, letting the sound of the heels announce his approach like a drumroll. His hands were still moving, tracing the contours of the blouse, the skirt, the pantyhose that hugged his–her–legs. Get dressed–properly–before I lose it again.”

He tilted his head, considering, then sauntered past her toward the stairs,Small Breasted the pantyhose swishing with every step. “Heard it already.