At 20, he was back from his sophomore year of college for the summer, his duffel bag still unpacked in the corner of his old room. Bet I’d kill it in this getup.” He struck a pose–one leg forward, hand on her hip,Pussy the pantyhose catching the light again–and grinned. He didn’t wait for her response, stepping under the spray fully naked, hot water cascading over Linda’s form, washing away the grime of their day. They lingered, kneading his thighs through the pantyhose, and her breathing quickened, her chest–his chest–rising faster.