...too much ....''daddy princess'', written on the front i shiver putting em on hidding some of it under the skimpy dressand he gave me the keys once ... joined him in front''dont make more mistake , i have more to help you wear''i gulped down moving but i am very not good at driving''what no i ....mike i cant this is too much''''you park right now and bend over or you go home and i nevewr want to ear from you again''''but Mike....''i was looking at him unpack the pink vibrator with the ''remote. His eyes move just as she desired. ‘Good,’ she thinks, and moves just a bit, noting his flushed response. Flustered, he stammers a ‘good-day’, she nods, and he walks out. A smile she permits herself, noting her carefully cultivated prettiness in the mirror of her dressing table, she stands and begins unbuttoning her dress. She leaves her pearls about her throat, anticipating the effect over her nude breasts. They were a gift from him, she wondered if it was too much, the calculus of this. I wondered to myself for a second if he thought i was a hooker or escort or something… but he didn’t say anything and just pulled off, leaving me standing in the cool night air alone. My pussy lips, which I had shaved clean earlier, felt cold against the front of my panties. I realized that my leaky warm peach was soaking into the small bit of fabric that struggled to contain it. It made me feel naughty, as i looked toward the only light coming from the shop, a metal door, hanging open on. And I did this sporadically, over the course of the next several years. These other girls and women were inevitably close family friends and acquaintances of mine. But it made absolutely no difference to me whether they were 18, or 28, or 38 years old; or whether they were single or married. I still went ahead and "marked" them.I most often "marked" the girls' or women's panties, which I would almost always "temporarily borrow" from their bedroom dresser drawers; although I did get a few.