As we continued to passionately exchange kisses, I unbuttoned the shirt she was barely wearing, exposing her body to the light that was filtering thro...gh the window. Her tits pressed against the thin lace of her white bra and I could feel her hard nipples through the lace and my own shirt. She wore white fishnet hold up stockings that were held at the very top of her thighs with a lacy white garter belt and no suspenders. As we continued to kiss, Patsy unbuttoned the shirt I was wearing and let. She drops the heels onto the floor, and steps into the right one. Sliding her foot into it, she then picks up her foot and rests it on the edge of the bed. Reaching down, her fingers fasten the strap around her ankle. After putting her foot back down, she repeats the process with the left foot. Now wearing all of her bed dress, she moves over in front of the full length mirror. She checks her front first, making sure her nipples are peeking up and over the bra, and are even. Looking down, she. “I want to smother you.”I gulped.She grinned widely. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” she said playfully.“I mean…yeah…” I admitted, trying to keep my breathing even.“Well, I don’t think I could actually smother you,” she commented, her expression slightly more serious. “It’s like you’re struggling for air as it is.”“I don’t know why,” I replied. “My heart is racing.”She pursed her lips, her brow furrowing. She then reached back to touch my cock through my pants, only to climb off.I gave her a. “I’ll go, freshen up a little and change into something really sexy,” she smiled, giving him a quick peck on the cheek. “You want to go with us?” She asked Vicky.“You two go without me. Besides, I’ll have my turn with Dan on Tuesday, when he and I take Angie to the Hen House after her interview.”Karen returned from her bedroom a few minutes later. “You like it? I still have all the clothes I used to wear for you years ago,” she asked, beaming proudly and twirling around.“You look fucking.