The only 'sexy' thing she wore, as far as she was concerned, was her black Brazilian-cut panties. She liked wearing them; not just because they were c...mfortable, but because they reminded her of another pair she had left behind.'Besides, ' she reasoned, 'it's not like the paragon was gonna get a chance to see em!'Maybe 20 minutes later her door-bell rang. She groaned and stomped silently to the door. The paragon was early.As she swung the door open, she was already speaking to him. "Come on in,. She knew Brianne wasn't going to show up one day and take Alan back. Marissa thought Alan liked her as much as she liked him, once she could admit that to herself. What she didn't know was if she was willing to let him get through the barriers she had spent a lifetime putting up around herself.Her feelings came to a head early Friday morning.On Thursday, after driving downtown and making a few dollars off the blackjack tables at the Golden Nugget, she and Alan stopped to see the water show at. At the same time she was the epitome of femininity. There was a grace to her movements that made her look like getting dressed in a tent was something she did every day. I saw only one tremor, obviously due to the cold, as she spread her long-sleeved shirt and put it on, covering her beautiful breasts. Once deprived of those beauties, my eyes slid downwards. Her dark pubic hair had been trimmed to a V that looked so crisp, it might have been drawn there, except that the hairs softened. “As punishment, you can smuggle this out of the shop.” She spread the lips of my pussy and switched on the egg, nudging the vibrating sex toy against the entrance to me, gathering up my wetness before pushing it slowly into me. I felt my pussy widen to let it in, then snap back closed around it, the buzzing of the toy deep inside me sending shivers of pleasure through me. I felt so aroused, tied to this place, knowing how near other people were. I looked down to see Amelia grabbing a second.