“Try the baby-oil gel, it’s berry flavored” I said dryly.“Really, why would they make a flavored baby-oil...? she caught herself.We laughed. �...�Take off your top” I said. And she did, revealing her pert “B” cups and letting them move freely. I cupped a boob and massaged it as I leaned down to kiss her deep. She was into it and we tongued each other for a few minutes. I stood behind her and leaned over her. I ran my hands down to her skirt and lifted it up. I pulled her underwear down to half. My hands instantly went to her boobs, they started to massage and caress. She pulled out of the kiss and shook her head at me.“Not yet, eager beaver.” She said with a smile.Our hangovers began to fade as we rehydrated. I realized we still didn’t know each other’s names.“How is it I don’t know your name?” I asked.“Do you really need to know it?” She replied.“Well shouldn’t I?”“I’m not so sure, it’s more fun this way, no? How about you just call me S.”“S for what? C’mon I wanna know your. What is one little kiss? Candace has now started back up her stroking of hi in long, slow movements, causing his reasoning to just go straight out the window. “Okay, just a few kisses though.” He knows he has to stop at just a few. The man leans in and ever so softly kisses the breast nearest him. Slowly, he plants several more around the hardened nub, then one last one on the tip of it before stopping.Candace cannot help but let out a soft purr at the contact of her father’s warm lips with her. With thecorset in place a pair of opaque nylon stocking got rolled up his legs.They were stripped in black and dark purple with hot pink lace tops,quickly fastened to the tabs making it look like the skulls were bitingdown on the stocking tops.The panties just like the corset were made up out of black statin. Thetop and leg holes were hemmed in dark purple lace and so was the hole inthe centre where Stephanie pulled Victor's cage through, the pink cagefitting in perfectly with the remainder of.