"When is your flight back to Miami?" Tomorrow morning." I'm coming with you. I'll tell my husband it's some emergency re-shoot an ad agency is freak...ng out about. I have to fly to Miami tonight," I told him."You gonna go home and get some clothes?" No. I'll just wear some of yours. They'll be baggy, but I'm sure one of your t-shirts will cover enough." How long are you going to be in Miami? And you do realize I'm going to be in that pussy the entire time." I don't know and yes. Now then,. He would’ve been happy enough to stand there looking at her until his prick went hard, but he finally approached, standing in front of her in a worn, old t shirt and jeans. He fingered back his light, brown hair, eyes on the light and shadow of her milk chocolate throat and collarbones. He hadn’t shaved for a couple of days, and standing next to Lace he came off looking like an immaculate hobo. “You just think you want to be sometimes,” he said, putting his hand on her neck. “I mean…why. A cold wind blows chilling you to the bone and making your nipples hard under your shirt. You aren't wearing a bra, and I begin to wonder what else you're not wearing underneath.Putting the thoughts aside for the moment I look to your comfort offering you my coat. As I finish wrapping it around you as you face away from me I kiss the top of your head smelling your sweet smelling shampoo and perfume. When we have seen enough we go back to the hotel and change to go out to dinner. I find a. Miss Johnson was watching as I showed the girls my underwear and she justsmiled at me. Like it was perfectly normal to be showing a bunch of younggirls my intimates. I then explained that they really didn't need toworry about bras and panties when dressed in leotards and tights becausethe tights act like women's pantied and most leotards are made with ashelf bra already in the dance clothes so they don't really have to wearbras or panties anyway. They all just giggled about that.The dance.