I could see it was a black, pretty short,skater style skirt. It had a rear zip and a built in belt, giving it asort of casual look. I forced a smile o... to my face as I lifted itenough so I could see the second one below it. This one was a charcoalgray, belt-less, and appeared to a pencil style as it was a littlelonger than the first. It had a side zip, I assumed so both front andback would mold smoothly over the body. I had looked at the sizes, bothwere eight. As I stared, I heard Cassie speak. It wasclear, from what D'Anna had already told him, that she was not turningout quite as he would have liked.Her father was tall, well-groomed and obviously successful in hisadvertising agency in Chicago's Loop, and he had hoped for hisdaughter, D'Anna had told him, to shine at the debutante balls andsparkle at the country club. D'Anna certainly could have fulfilled thatrole; she was a sparkling, attractive young lady, but she chose ratherto hide her beauty behind the full skirts and shrouds of. She gave me a long warm hug.She whispered a happy "Hi, hon." And I almost choked. But I showed little of it. Heroes didn't cry. The sons of Silver Star winners didn't cry. In the movies, neither William Holden nor Bogart did that sort of thing.Evelyn was there, and another girlfriend whom I didn't know but whom they introduced as Tasha. So I was unable to say much of what I wanted to say--and at any rate, I doubt I would have said anything anyway.Martha told me she had sold her car. When she. Beth used her tongue as a cock, thrusting deeper into my wetness. I did the same to Barbie as she pressed her wet pussy against my tongue.Ken was groaning and grunting like an animal. Barbie and I were moaning as our sweet nectar flowed freely. As Beth was being pounded by that huge cock, the sloshing noises were getting louder. Ken reached down with his fingers, scooping up the nectar on Beth's inner thighs. He sucked his fingers clean, making loud slurping sounds. He did this over and over as.