The top was just two triangles of lavender cotton with little fish embroidered in black thread. The bottom was just a similar triangle in front -- bar...ly covering your crotch -- with a narrow strip of fabric connecting to another triangle in back. Black cords crisscrossed over each hip, holding the triangles in place. It was perfect for you, and revealed so much of your nubile curves. God, I wanted to fuck you right then on your sixteenth birthday, but I waited until your mother went to visit. “Is that a promise?” Dorothy replies, grinning widely.They go downstairs to the parlor, Dorothy holding the hairbrush for now. She knows the lovely sting it gives and is envious of what Emma is going to experience. But hopefully later. She sits down on the couch near Donald. They have a front row seat for what is to transpire.Maude sits on the dining room chair facing them, lifting the front of her dress to her thighs and spreads her legs a bit for Dorothy to have a good view of the cunt. Asher first climax ebbed she writhed around wanting to have my cock in her in abad way, something was awry, never have I found a woman so set on getting fuckedI’ve seen my share of horny women. Sheela sat up enough topull her shirt off over her head, the wonder of her elliptical nipples againcaught my eye, and I grasped at them with an eager joy pulling roughly at hertits to bring her up to a level of excitement that would bring her climaxagain. She wiggled around some more and removed her. It was none of her business if Heather preferred to fuck girls. But still, Heather had been fucking a girl and Sara Jean had gotten off on it. She didn't know what to make of it. She resolved to avoid Heather for a few days.Though she'd wake up with a wet pussy each morning, there were no more nocturnal interruptions and Sara Jean was getting a full night's sleep. By Saturday morning, she'd even been able to convince herself that things had returned to normal. Even so, she slept late that.