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It’s August, it’s hot in the party, dancing to everything from Beyonce and Gaga to the Rolling Stones and Led Zep has raised the temperature. And our lady hasn’t helped.
Her seamed Caroline B stockings have been a hit with the guys, teamed sexily with black high heels, all combining erotically to enhance trim ankles, and shapely calves and thighs, the black two-tone welt at the top reminding all of the ghastly growth of the numbing pantyhose! Our lady’s Caroline B seamed stockings ask the question for us – why did we get to the point where tights have crushed our excitement, fun, enterprise, eroticism, all so clinically removed from our lives?
Our lady is cooling off while her husband continures to dance, impervious to the party’s heat, while she admires the young man in the swimming pool, his finely proportioned tanned torso and the exciting prospect locked within his all too skimpy trunks, extending an almost impossible to refuse invitation to join him.
But she desists, opting instead to receive his admiring glances, his hungry eyes transfixed on her legs, graced in sensuous, erotic black seamed Caroline B stockings.
He climbs slowly from the pool and walks to our lady, his taut Grecian frame towering over her, ‘Shall we play?’ She runs a finger across the mystery in his trunks, then down his thigh, tiny rivulets of water caressing her fingertips, ‘Of course’. The party is about to start.
