The top was cutoff just below my below my breasts, with my erect nipples pushing against the tight fitting material. My shorts naturally showed off my...enticing tight ass cheeks, while the front barely covered my luscious thick lips while I walked about. The temperate was in excess of 90 degrees, as I stopped working to relax for a little while. I plopped in a music disc and stretched out on the couch sipping an ice cold long neck corona. Looking down, it was easy to see my thick camel toe. "You plan to sit out here and wait?" he asked me. I couldn't figure if he wanted me to say yes so I said no, I'd rather get out of the cold. We went up to the door together and Beall knocked. A well-dressed, old black man answered and said, very polite, that Mr. Peter was at home and would we come in and wait. We did and stood admiring the papered walls, painted wainscot, tall clock, high ceilings and gold-framed pictures.Pretty soon, here came the master of the house, without a wig and in a. I'm just a bit surprised is all. If it will put you at ease I guess wearing your underwear won't really hurt me."Donna placed her hand on his cheek sweetly and smiled, "thank you."Travis studied the underwear, they were a soft blue, fairly plain, if it wasn't for the soft material and the little bow at the front of the waistband they could possibly have been guys briefs. She handed him the panties and turned her back while he stripped himself from the waist down and stepped into the soft. Jane said something about how the two Spanish waiters kept looking down my top. Actually, the waiters were pretty good looking. Well, okay, I was wearing a dress with nothing under it and I had just fantasised about both of them feeling me, so maybe I did lean forward and let the top of my dress come open so that when once of them was pouring the wine, he could see down my dress and I had just probably shown him my nipples.I had just said something to Jane about sometimes just wanting a man to.