He flexed her calves,Fucked admiring the way the pantyhose highlighted the definition from her runs. The plus side to this was I would often go round to my fathers whenever I knew Susan was there. His hands–her hands–hovered over the buttons, trembling slightly. Her skin prickled, smooth and bare, and he stepped out of them, holding the crumpled hose in one hand like a trophy.

The nude pair called to him.