. well, you get the idea. The links were forwarded to a couple of Facebook pages belonging to some classmates who didn't hold Cindy and Beverly in hig... regard -- again anonymously; by mid-afternoon, the server would have a couple of thousand hits...Tyrone drove right up the Simpson's semicircular driveway and he and Otis helped the girls -- who were bawling lustily -- out of the car. The servant who answered the door got a brusque, "Would you please bring Mr. and Mrs. Simpson? Something. "I don't have any interest in anything you got hiding down there, Mister. So don't get any funny ideas just because we are getting married."He laughed softly now and looked over at her putting the SUV in gear and turning back out onto the almost deserted highway heading south to the real "Sin City". She didn't see him lick his lips with a devilish gleam in his eye."Si, si, yo comprendo senora, pero Diego gets to kiss the bride because it is in the marriage rules and all. You can't get married. You can either go up in the dunes and lay down on a rug, else you get hideously sandy and it chafes, or you can go up against the rocks. The sea is too wild to go in, and sea sex is better someplace warm, where the sea is clear and blue. We could plan to go to one of those quiet, beautiful, wild beaches. I could have a dress on, so that I don’t need to wear any panties and you can slip your fingers in me when we are driving along. We could always pull over for a bit, in one of the country lanes. There on the bed were the clothes my wife had chosen for me to wear. When I saw them my heart stopped, and my face paled. There on the bed was a black, mid length, silky evening gown. There was also a black panty and bra set, black stockings and high heeled shoes. As far as I knew our dress up game was private between my wife and I. Now, it seems, she wanted to let Kim in on it and I was scared to death. I ran to the kitchen where my wife was getting things ready for the evening. In a shaky.