I looked at the models wearing teenage girl’s clothes and couldn’t help notice that most of them wore short skirts, their bare legs looking good. ... wondered what I would look like in skirts that short. I stood in front of a full length mirror and experimented holding my skirt higher and higher up my thighs. Giggling a little to myself I held the skirt so that my knicker covered pussy was showing and wondered what people would say if I wore a skirt that short. As I was studying myself I realised. He spread them wider before returning his attention to her ass. This was the centerpiece of his visit to these....massages. “Lift your ass,” he barked roughly, annoyed at her arrogance but turned on by her reluctance and the knowledge that she would soon be bucking under him, whether she liked it or not. She pushed her hips up, raising her buttocks another few inches, closer to where his cock throbbed eagerly. He stepped close behind her, letting his cock slide over her cheeks. He pumped across. " That sounds wonderful," Mary sighed as she slid down Kenny's chest and stomach, leaving a trail of pussy juice as she moved down to her brother's prick. Dannie moved out of the way and watched as Mary raised her hips up until she hovered over Ken's cock for a couple seconds before she dropped her dripping slit down to rub the tip of her brother's penis along her cunt lips until the tip was coated with her juices and then she lowered herself down with a groan of pleasure as she sank her cunt. It's not as though it's life and death." No," said Henry sadly, "but I hope they don't hang about too long. That note in her bag yesterday really upset Samantha." I don't blame her, poor girl. As I say, I very much doubt it will be more than a couple of days."Ian did not ring back that day but matters were precipitated. At half past six the following morning Henry and Samantha's front doorbell rang insistently. Both were up but Samantha was showering and Henry was in his dressing-gown. He.