That summer, my childhood friend returned home after a long absence and was now a flight attendant returning from a flight. The smell of her black pantyhose wafted through the air. After a long flight, her legs were soaked with sweat and humidity. She pursed her legs shyly and said, "I've been needing the bathroom a lot lately..." Unable to resist, I reached out. Her pantyhose were hot, and every time I inserted my finger, a wet stain spread. She trembled with her legs spread wide, wetting herself...