Beautiful shoes, feet to fall, your legs with stockings, it's ...This cleavage, I imagine your chest ... But in truth, it is waouuuhIn short, we parle..., we eat ...It rises in the chamber, shyness settles ... This timidity of the first time, the first meeting where you feel it's gonna be b**stly ... Waiting for the start ... A gesture is enough ... At this point nothing can be programmed, you must let the moment ...Finally, we go to bed ... You're even more beautiful and desirable in nightie,. Next sheslid up a pair of sheer tan pantyhose onto her slim legs, clipping thoseonto said garterbelt. She then grabbed a silk white blouse, buttoning itup all the way, wrapped tightly around her bosom. She finished off heroutfit with a lavender suit jacket and skirt."Now, tell me about your parents, Kevin." Ah well.... Stuffy, middle class conservative, basically white breadAmericana....far from what you are used to, my dear." Ah I see, let me finish up real quick, please."Marissa completed her. If the trip to get to Italy was slow, the pace once we arrived at an Italian airfield was even slower. Here, Dad’s rank and status as a colonel meant nothing. Luckily Dad had a friend who was attached there, and he met us after a lengthy customs delay.“Dean, you old fuck,” My Dad yelled over the airplane noises. “How the hell are ya?” Dad in a playful, happy mood, was not something we were very accustom too.“Colonel, welcome to Italy,” Said Dean. He was tall, and skinny. He had short black hair. I flushed bright red. I hadn’t thought she would comment about my predicament. Despite the fact that I had felt turned on about wearing her underwear, I thought that she had seen it as a mere convenience under the circumstances. “It was all fine,” I said, trying to downplay the situation. She unzipped my fly and unbuckled my belt, then knelt down before sliding my pants down to my ankles. I stood there, watching in awe as she ran her hands up and down the top of my thighs. “It’s so cute!” she.