Debbie’s legs

Debbie M had the most perfect legs imaginable. Thin ankles, beautiful calves and knees, superlative thighs. She wore miniskirts and pantyhose every day. It turns out that her older sister had the same great legs, and so did her mom. But I never saw them in pantyhose, and I was obsessed with Debbie. I worked long and (heh-heh) hard and got her to be my steady girlfriend. And I popped her cherry, and fucked her dozens of times. I loved watching her wiggle into her pantyhose. The image is embedded in my memory. But to this day I’m kicking myself for not having spent hours, days, weeks feeling and smelling her feet, ankles, calves, thighs, ass, and pussy through her hosiery. And that pussy! It was small and tight. I licked it, sure, but not adequately. I pulled out tampons and fucked a menstrual ring onto the base of my hard-on. Now, I would have licked her menstruating pussy with wild abandon. So, my overriding thoughts about Debbie have more to do with what might have been than what was. Sigh . . .