Her panties and bra were made of the thin, sheer stretch fabric used for pantyhose. She had not kept up with the latest trends of padded bras with wir... supports at the bottom. She did not run around the house dressed for company. It was not her thing to dress up.Conrad reached up and pulled her arms down. Jenny stood there, petrified. They could see her tanned, toned sleek body; practically naked in the sheer undergarments. Conrad had never seen such pink nipples that stuck so far out. Her. She followed him obediently, like a little girl, her hips swaying and jiggling with every movement. I followed with the box of candy under my arm. Yvette sat down on Mike's bed, the fat on her ass and hips spreading around her like a soft jiggly fat pillow, barely contained by her panties. I knelt down in front of her and took a thick roll of her belly fat in my hands, lifting it and kissing it, pressing my face against it so it was fully enveloped by Yvette's soft flesh. She was smiling. I still had much of my Winnemucca winnings so gave each of our ladies a hundred dollars, which I hoped would last until their two paramours arrived - if they did. I wasn't sure if I hoped they would or wouldn't. Then I kissed my wife on the cheek and told her to have fun, that we’d be around somewhere. Tanner did the same with his wife.Then he and I wandered around for a bit and found a vantage point where we could watch between some slots but wouldn’t be seen by them or their friends.Our women. I shoved it into the waistband of her panties.She froze.The knife cut through her panties. I shuddered, my pussy clenching as I cut down the crack of her ass. The panties fell open, revealing her ebony butt-cheeks, so curvy and delicious. I cut lower, working down to her pussy covered in dark, thickly curled pubic hair. She gasped as the torn remains of her panties clung to her thighs.“What are you doing, Officer Cindy?” she panted.“I thought doctors were smart,” I told her, folding the blade.