But we need to go out and I love showing how sexy you are! You'd wear a nice tight sleeveless black dress with a plunging neckline and that flairs out...below your ass, but is very short, ending right where your stockings start. That way anytime you bend over, you're showing off your sexy smooth skin.We'd go out for shopping and I'd make you go around finding men to bend over in front of. Drawing their attention to how sexy and slutty you are. I'd especially make you work to draw the attention of. Gosh. The next message is five minutes later and is a photo of Tracey asleep in the chair! She’s out for the count! It looks like she dropped her drink as she nodded off and there is a wet mark down her blouse and in the lap of her gorgeous black skirt. I text back. “Oh dear! Would you like me to come and get you, sweetie? “ I’m thinking that if she’s out for the count the party may well be over so to speak. Disappointed again, but slightly relieved.Another message comes back “Your wife might. Tim slowly turned her around, opened her legs and peered. Her cunt hair had been trimmed to a “landing strip” above clean shaven labia. Her clitoral hood with the tip of her clit stood prominently out of fat outer labia. Her burgundy red inner labia, ribbon-ed like strips of well cooked bacon, down her cunt furrow. At the bottom of her cunt V, her labia parted revealing a clear fluid dripping, from a rust red colored hole. He eased his face forward trapping her clitoris between his lips. He. I spent a year mourning her then woke up the following Christmas Day to Joy to the World on the radio and decided to get back to living.’ There’s a glimmer in his eyes that’s truly beautiful. I’m lost in them. I see my hand reach up and do something I’d never done before. I cup his right cheek and with the tips of my index and middle finger play with the silver hairs at his temple. He doesn’t pull back but smiles. After a few moments, he takes my hand in his and kisses my palm. It’s a gentle.