From my point of view
Stepping inside the door, I kick my heels off, and wipe my forehead.. the warm hot air seems to cling to my skin.. I place my purchases on the counter and grab the chilled bottle of white wine and quickly pull it close to my ample cleavage, feeling the condensation drip down and seep into my bra. Holding the bottle to my chest, I stumble around trying to pull my stockings off, thinking of what a perfect day it would be to work on my tan that seems so subtle this year. Quickly I grab a wine...