I’m wearing long underwear, they’re kinda like booty shorts. Just in case. I’m getting a few odd stares, but most don’t tend to notice. I thin... they assume I’m wearing shorts underneath. A lot of girls do that. I think. This t-shirt is even smaller, I can’t use my booty shorts anymore, just regular panties for now. Hmm, it does just look like a t-shirt.At the park now, found a swing open. My shirt isn’t long enough for me to sit on. I have to be careful. I keep my legs together as I swing so no. I am not saying that they are mine or hers but this is what came from our chats. I was highly encouraged to edit our talks together and post them in story form here on XNXX. Each story will have set up but you can scroll to the good parts quite easily. But since these chats were not meant to be stories, there will be gaps, especially in the beginning where transitions should occur.All people involved are consenting adults, including the stories FICTIONAL main character Amy."Amy the Babysitting. You're thinking about our date in Philadelphia right now, aren't you? I swear that blow job was beyond amazing, and then you just let me cum all over your breasts even with your clothes still on. I couldn't help, but to fill up that crack for you. Don't worry; I won't tell a soul about it. That can be our little secret forever, and if you fuck me now, I'll take it to the grave too, I promise. Go ahead, look at me, stick a few fingers down into your panties and get yourself off to me. We can. "Think back, try and remember anything you may have seen or heard. If you come up with anything, let us know." Yes, Your Grace." He stood. "You should get some sleep. It's late." Agreed. I'll see you two in the morning." James picked up the diary as Shanna pushed herself off the desk. Her bow was not quite as respectful as Ola's, but that was OK. As they exited, he moved to restore the book to its hiding place."Are you ready for bed, Your Grace?"Ewa's voice came as James was removing his shirt,.