The dress was a shimmery, dark green that looked like Eel skin in the right light. She almost never wore a bra when we went out but always wore pantie.... I couldn't talk her into it, or out of them, whatever. She was driving north on Hawthorne Boulevard, I think, when she lost traction and the car spun around one and a half times. She sat there stunned for a minute or so and when she looked the car was facing the wrong way. There little traffic and she was still a little dizzy from the spin when. As usual I had woken up with my cock rock hard and aching to cum, I reached down under the duvet and into my pyjama bottoms and gave my cock a few tugs before having a wank in earnest, so threw the duvet on the floor and pulled my pyjama bottoms on down past my knees, don’t wear underwear in bed. With my pyjama bottoms bunched round my ankles I slowly started to rub my right hand up and down my cock, with my eyes closed imagining that it was Tina’s mouth and not my own hand . . I had been. The kingdom and all ofits people had done well under them. Princess Traella hurried across the palace, her honeycolored hair seeming to glow as the sunlight from thewindows hit it. She wore a long blue dress which seemed toshimmer as she walked, revealing her shapely femininecurves. The 17 year old princess absently rubbed at thegolden chain around her waist as she walked, the only pieceof jewelry which she wore, which was according to traditionfor that day. The chain symbolized her royal. Her breasts were larger than I remembered and the nipples were quite small but very dark. I squeezed both gently and then rolled them between the thumbs and fingers of both hands and felt them swell and become hard. My prick followed suit and I pushed my trapped erection against her stomach, then reached down with both hands and started to push her skirt up her thighs until it was rolled about her waist. I felt for her crotch and found that she was not wearing any panties. I guessed she had.