Lily You visit me for the weekend anI have told you what to wear for our first day together. You put on the bra and the knickersand the tights and athen a long dfloery skirt and a frilly white blouse.You finish off by putting on the white ankle bootsI provided. I tidy up in the kitchen and bring out the left overs.You hold the skirt right up as you feel my hand enter your tights and pull open the elastic waistband. You feel the cold left overs slide inside,the mashed potato the soft overcooked brocolli and carrot, slimey fried onion - slipping inside feeling clammy against your personal parts.The tights sag a little and hidden under your skirt the left overs massage your thighs as you walk.

We walk outside and the cooliing breeze ruffles your hair and the sun warms you skin but the grass is damp from a rain shower.I ask you to take off your boots. After only a few steps and the damo grass tickling your feet has made thefeet of your tights wet, I take your hand and lead you so you walk through the muddy pudled.We come to a slightly larger puddle and i tell you to stand still in it and close your eyes. With eyes closed you stand ther feelling the sun and breeze andthe cold mud that sticks to your feet. Even with tights the water oozes between your toes.As my hands press the food in your tights against you you wonder what messy thing will happen next.