As his hand rose I watched the mirror entranced as the curtain of my skirt was raised to slowly reveal my white g string beneath. Barry must have seen...it too because his urgency suddenly increased. His cool fingers deftly found the top of my panties and even more deftly slipped inside. I felt and watched as his silk covered hand descended across the sensitive, smoothly-shaved skin of my lower belly and deep between my thighs. His large palm, strangely warm compared with the coolness of his. "So when they headed out, it was four riders and two packhorses. They wanted to be comfortable, though they were camping in wilderness.The first day, they pushed hard to get up to altitude and out of the heat. They would spend a few days in the park with the stream running through it. Marty figured the grass would support six horses for about a week. It was a great place to camp and high enough that the heat would not be too bad-with cool nights for comfortable sleeping.They lazed around,. Suddenly the back door slid open and the MILF walked in. I could see her as I was facing the back door while the GILF continued to hold me and grind against my 24 year old body. The MILF was wearing a robe, no shoes, just a pink, terry cloth robe with a tie wrapped around her hips, keeping the robe closed. After what seemed like 5 minutes, the GILF let go of me, smiled and reached around to pat my ass. The MILF smiled, closed the sliding glass door behind her and walked towards me as I stood. Also fragte ich:„Und wie?“„Ich kann nicht glauben, dass dein Kleiderschrank nur aus Rollis und Latzhosen besteht. Genauso wie bei mir nicht nur Hawaihemden und Bluejeans hängen. Wenn wir schon zum Ball gehen, dann lass es uns zu einem unvergesslichen Erlebnis für alle machen.“ Ich schaute ihn an. Sollte ich es wagen? Ob ich das Kleid für ihn tragen? Ich schaute zu meinem Schrank. „Okay. Aber nicht kucken.“,sagte ich. Ich ließ ihm fast keine Zeit sich umzudrehen, als ich mir schon den Pullover.