On the bottom I had a same color skirt, not a mini one, but definitely not long either. I also had black heels and finally, last but not least, fishne... stocking with large mesh. I kinda like them but wear it very occasionally, and never in such a casual way.I don't know what I were thinking, probably not thinking at all as the end of the weeks were tiring.I quickly understood my mistake as I was going thought the city on foot, toward the station. I didn't paid much attention of course, neither. He asked me to clean his cock nicely. I was stroking his cock. I stroked his cock for 10 mins then he asked me to turn around. He was jerking his cock and he shot his load on my back and ass. I felt his warm cum flowing down my crack. We washed up and went outside. He asked me to get dressed as we were about to go out. He took me to a female clothing store. He chose different bras and panties for me. He even chose sexy dresses for me. He asked me to go and change into it. I protested that not. ”Even though Cayuse was half Mexican, half Kiowa, some Little River women were paying attention. Good-looking guy, quiet, nice, easy way about him. Plus, he’d found Rosie. And there were those missing Chippewas that some people still whispered about.But there was a spark between Cayuse and Rosie. Neither one said anything. Cayuse didn’t have much in the way of palaver and Rosie ... well, Rosie whispered to me sometimes, that was about it.The picnic itself was Rebecca’s idea. She was a. The tips of her fingers pulling my pussy lips apart, then sliding inside, an edge of probably a thumb working against my clit. A single digit was rubbing against the roof of my cunt searching for the tender slab of skin that would unlock so much passion. ‘Fuck Yeah!’ I almost screamed as she touched it. She concentrated her touches there until I could no longer breathe, could no longer do anything. ‘No more.’ I begged. It did no good. I thought my heart would stop. I had rarely been here this.