Normally, Vicki would have been annoyed at the soiling of her stockings.  Semen wasn't a fluid she usually relished in, discounting the viscous goo a necessary evil of sexual relations with a man.  She much preferred a man to come inside her, though Vicki had not considered the man to be anyone besides her husband let alone her old friend, Fred.  Eying the glistening trails running across her legs and feet, Vicki felt a sudden, strange melancholy.  She decided to not explore what it was she was longing for, instead keeping matters practical.<br/><br/>Gingerly, she stood, trying carefully not to soil the carpet as well.  "Alright... If you don't mind, I'm going to go clean up a bit.  How about while I'm gone, I dare you, Fred, to get these two help you clean yourself up."  With a wink, the redhead dashed off to the master bedroom.