”“I will,” I grinned and led my bimbos into the gala.Lights shone down from above, but not as bright as this place would be lit during the day. ...he exhibits were all in shadows, and it had a deeply, romantic feel about it. A string quartet provided the music and waiters, male and female both, moved through the room in black slacks, white dress shirts, and black bow ties, their hair slicked back and conservative. There were no extra piercings or visible tattoos or strange hair colors on any of. One over the hill couple of out of shape seniors had their grandchildren testing the waters of the nudist experience whilst in their graduating year from high school. They were fraternal twins called Patrick and Patricia and had just celebrated their eighteenth birthday.Since Patrick sported the same hair style of his sister Patricia, they both looked alike from the rear just like two peas in a pod. I liked to play with them in the hot tub because they both were entirely uninhibited in the. "Marc stood by obediently as Kara started pulling lingerie out of her dresser drawers. A beige lacey bra landed on the bed followed by matching lace frilly panties, then came a garter belt and tan nylons. Marc watched in shocking disbelief as Kara continued tossing things on the bed."Don't just stand there. Put them on. I've got to hurry." Kara ordered as she tossed a matching slip on the bed. Without a word of protest, Marc complied.As Marc slipped on the lingerie, Kara continued rifling. Wilbur can always go back to drivin' a garbage truck and Homer will always be a great mechanic. If nobody wants to come hear just our music, fuck 'em." Sweet and gentle Em always seems to get to the heart of the matter.Homer drank another beer and didn't say anything. He was sitting there in his boxer shorts, his old Johnson hanging out one leg, kind of like a big, pink old boa constrictor snake just waiting to pounce. He reached over and grabbed up his guitar and started to strum some chords..