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Just before love, Seth---having removed almost all of his

clothes---kept his semi-sheer, black OTC dress socks on.

I examined them closely:  the fabric very translucent, but

less sheer (not entirely opaque at the heels and toes, said to

prevent snags, tears and runs during reasonable use).  He

told me he washed all his semi-sheer dress socks (all the

same style and weaving, and all OTC's---which, on Seth's

legs, meant just below his kneecaps.)  And, smiling rather

provocatively (his facial beauty in full force), he said he

hoped I would streak them again in anticipation of tonight's

pleasureful intimacies and, also, tomorrow morning's wash.

Just then, I pressed his feet to my face to gauge the extreme

softness of his socks.  Then, I inhaled quite deeply to fill my

nostrils with their fragrance; then, with my eager mouth already

salivating, I tasted the flavor of his feet, through the

socks, with the intensest satisfaction.

C.O.Q., MHA