Erotic Evening at the Opera
She put the dress on and it ends mid thigh. She must admit that I have impeccable taste. As she swirls around in it, with the fabric snuggled at her chest, tight around her waist and then flowing out, She notices another package along with the one She received the dress in. She opens the box and touch the soft pair of German stockings. She laughs back at the memory when She first wore stockings for me. It was my niece's birthday party and she didn't want to look inappropriate in the dress I...