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Donna s Last Swing
She leaned back in her chair, running her hands up and down her long, slender legs, carefully checking to make sure they were smooth. Good, she had not missed anything when she had shaved them. She held them in the air, flexing them and pointing her toes, admiring them. She opened the package on the side table and took the sheer black pantyhose out. Shaking them free, she rubbed the fine material against her cheek. Oh, yes, the saleswoman was right. They felt like silk. Carefully, carefully...