Returning to the business at hand, I pulled on thepetticoats, their flouncing bulk accentuating theluscious swell of my hips. Two layers of alabasterf...ills, an absolute pre-requisite to dancing thecancan. Waved above the waistline, the crinolinesformed a kind of backdrop for the underwear, a curtainraised to exhibit the panties and stockings. However, the costume wasn't quite complete.I drew the satin hemline over my head, allowing thedress to drop into place over the massed petticoats.It was. And thank you too." To the rest of us, Julia explained, "We rehearsed some things, but not for how Carol would respond to her teachers. Carol made that up on the spot."Carol said, "I didn't make it up. Every word is true. You are my girlfriend, you did tell me to speak up, and you are sixteen, very pretty and smart."Julia countered, "I won't argue with any of that, modesty not being my best virtue, but you were still smart picking out a truth that fitted your plan so well." OUR plan. It was. Markus spent a few stupid seconds trying to think of a clever line, before realizing that he didn’t need one. He’d seen how it worked - Amber was easy. Amber was a slut. Amber was keen to serve.Without a word, Markus leaned forward and - for the first time since high school - kissed a woman. He hated the feeling of pleasure that filled his body, the excitement he got from Amber wrapping her arms around him and kissing him back. He hated how straight it made him feel as he scooped her up, and. At first things were pretty normal. We ate starters and Eliza bored us to death with sightseeing tales. If I’d been on honeymoon with Oliver, we would not have left the hotel. Just before our mains came I felt a hand on my thigh under the table. I turned to look at Oliver and he smiled. My nipples went hard and I was instantly turned on. His hand slid up the hem of my dress and he rubbed across my thighs. Every so often his hand slid between my now spread legs and he caressed the insides of.