Tag: Black Nylons

Long Island Iced Tea

 

Mike had come home from Seattle to see his new stepmother. Not that he didn’t love his dad, but he hadn’t been home in over two years. With his law practice and social calendar he was just always too busy, it seemed. But then came the call from his father in which it was revealed that he had married the housekeeper, Melanie, who had been hired only a month earlier. Mike figured that the young woman was just trying to ace him out of his father’s will and assumed he could come home, have little trouble convincing his father that this marriage was a mistake, and have it quickly annulled. That would make him once again the sole beneficiary of the will. Since his mother had died he had been the only one in the will, which was “just as it should be.” Read more…

Kim & MaiLee

 

I am amazed at what has happened to me in the last week. I remember clearly what has happened but why and how are still a confused jumble.

I must commit these memories to writing-I don’t ever want to forget-and, just maybe, I will someday understand it all. In any event I pray this adventure never ends . . .

Friday morning I boarded the flight from Los Angeles. I had booked a seat in the First Class section and had the luck-I then thought-to be seated next to the most beautiful Asian woman I had ever seen. She was petite,five-one or so, even in her black high-heeled shoes. She was the sort of woman you noticed from the ground up: shapely legs encased in shiny, sexy black nylons; a short black skirt, flaring slightly at the top of her well-formed thighs. She had narrow hips, a flat stomach and tantalizingly well-formed breasts pushed into one of those “lift and separate” bras to form pronounced, sexy mounds. Her black knit blouse was tight and cut very low. Her long hair was a lustrous black as it cascaded down her back. Read more…

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