I expected some show of shyness from them as would have been usual with any boy or boys of their background. But neither of them showed any signs of s...lf consciousness at being buck naked and having an almost stranger wake them up by playing with their pricks and backsides. They were ready and eager to continue the games of the previous night and tried to pull me down with them on the rumpled nest of blankets that had served as our bed. Not permitting my own desire to take hold, I firmly told. I like clothes, but I despise shopping with the fiery heat of a thousand suns.’ He said and shook his head. ‘I don’t understand women’s fascination with it.’ ‘It’s a mystery.’ She nodded and took a bite of pizza. ‘How was your day?’ ‘I spent time with my brother and his wife. Then I went and played a game of golf with my father, or actually attempted to play. I’m not very good at the game. Me and dad just go and enjoy hitting the balls and laughing at the ridiculous outfits some people wear.’. By now my cunt was soaking, and he pulled his fingers out of me and used the juice to lube up my tight arse hole. By now I was close to coming, and knew that I desperately wanted to feel that monster prick inside me. We got into the back seat and I lay on my back, hitching up my skirt and puling my soaking panties to one side. He penetrated my cunt with one thrust and began pounding away for all he was worth. I could feel the walls of my cunt being stretched, and the throbbing of his massive. Shivering – it was rather cold – I undressed and put on the basque, which was jolly uncomfortable, and attempted to fasten the stockings. I sort of knew how – I used to watch mother dress for her dates – but it’s hard doing it for the first time, as you know only too well Lola, you little slut!Once I had the basque, stockings and panties on I attempted to inspect myself in the mirror on the bedside table, but it was steamed up from Charlotte’s shower so I put on the pink maid’s outfit. It was.