It burns real bad." I turned around, looking for where the apron might have been."They're in the pantry." Erin called out. I glanced her way as I open...d the pantry door. They hung on a hook on the back of the door.Two aprons? Why two aprons? I started pulling the second on and turned to Erin, "Did you buy two, planning on something like this?"She shook her head slightly with a small grin, "No. If you soil one and haven't had a chance to get it cleaned, you have another to use." Practical. She. Bootylicious ass. I stared at myself in my full-length mirror for a good 5 minutes, posing and squeezing my boobstogether. But then I started mulling over whether I should even wear adress like this out to dinner with my brother.I wonder if this dress makes me look too slutty? Hmm... I guess I'llask Will when he comes back home.I decided that I was going to wear the dress, and that was the end of mypersonal debate. Going over to my vanity, I sat down to put on myevening makeup. A bit of. Jorge gently moved back up to my mid-section. I felt like any remaining tension had completely dissolved and this time I surrendered completely to his touch. He massaged around my asshole with his fingers, delicately but deliberately, touching me in places that I had never been touched before. He lingered on the area between my ass and balls, applying pressure to my perineum, until he finally made his way to the base of my cock. I was already rock-hard and when he firmly squeezed the base of my. ’ Lauren smiled appreciatively at Jailyn as she took another swig of mocha. She had met Jailyn a few years back when she first moved to Santa Monica. She remembered their first meeting distinctly – she had just come in from a long flight and was on her way to a job interview when she drove by the homey coffee shop named ‘Jailyn’s’. On a whim, she stopped in for a pick-me-up coffee, met Jailyn, and the two of them had instantly clicked. Jailyn was the owner of the small coffee shop, which she.