” I replied. “How long since your last drink?” “About three quarters of an hour ago.” “I will have to breath test you and see if that w...ll be added to the charge.” She produced a breath analysis machine and I had to blow into the tube. In the process her hand brushed my breast. She said, “I am sorry about that; it wasn't intentional. Your breath test is negative.” Fortunately it didn't test for semen too. There was still a bit of that there I was sure. “That was the nicest thing to have. I picked out a pair of black silk boxer, and a pair of dress shoes, made for dancing. By the time I was done I could hear the shower running. I then made my way downstairs. I sat in the grand hall waiting for 20 minutes. The whole time wandering just where we were going and how Alicia would look in that dress. She had been dressed mostly in business wear since we got back, and in denim shorts and a white t-shirt during the move. So I did not know what she looked like in formal wear. The dress. "You don't have to masturbate thinking of me anymore, because its time for the real thing. Are you ready to test the lesbian waters?" I nodded and she delivered one more kiss to me before she climbed down onto her knees on the floor. She immediately bowed her head down to my crotch and pushed up my skirt. "Nice matching panties, but they'd look better off you," she mentioned, glancing at me and sliding them off me. Then she placed her nose onto my pussy lips and took in a deep inhale with. He lifted her up, sliding his hands under her ass, letting her grind against his belt buckle as he kissed her and let a finger slip slightly to brush her clit. She bucked against him with need, begging wordlessly with her kiss and her body for what she needed most. He teased her a few moments more, then gently set her down. Liandra was trembling and gasping slightly for breath, as Steven slowly pulled away. He grinned gently at her, patting her shoulder. ‘Sorry, Sweetheart, you’re almost.