You crouch very well under the kitchen table and admire my feet and legs in black holdups. I stroke my legs and pull the stockings even higher so that they sit very tight and smooth. Suddenly one of the stockings tears; I guess I wasn't careful enough. But, alas, the other stocking can't take that much either. Now I am disappointed and angry at the same time; for the stockings were not cheap from the babbling table. You can watch exactly what I do in my anger.