Linda’s face. She thrust up to meet him, her pace quickening, and the bed creaked beneath them, the sound mixing with their gasps and the faint rustle of the pantyhose. Then she spun around, muttering something under her breath, and marched back to the kitchen, leaving him alone with her body and his growing obsession.

Ken lounged on the couch, the remote forgotten in her hand as his focus stayed locked on the pantyhose. Now.”

He sidestepped her, her agility catching him off guard,Semen and tossed the blouse back onto the couch.