A nylon foot pressed against my chest. "without using your hands, are they stockings, thigh highs, or pantyhose." came the next question.
"Stockings" I answered. The foot trailed down my chest and abdomen, to circle my rigid member, lifted it up with the toes and ran the length of me. I shivered with anticipation.
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