It flows down the contours of your body, highlighting every curve. I try and work out what you could be wearing under it, but apart from the stockings...and high heels, the gown fails to show any hint of underwear. ‘Coming in?' you ask stepping back. I follow you as we make our way towards the kitchen. Watching from behind, I am hypnotized by the steady back and forth swing of your bum and hips, but I still have no idea what joys lay beneath your silk gown. In the kitchen you stop by a worktop. We live out in the country, really private, you'd love it" " that would be lovely, we will" Okay, it's a date, can't wait to get my hands on those big jugs, you little slut, my mum has got new stock in the garage, and she says to use that , skirts tops , everything you'll need, so when you come just wear that nice basque I bought you, no knickers allowed at all and a nice button up dress, top buttons to be removed, understand!?" " yes John, I'll do as you say" she whispered nervously, she knew. . a feeling you had not felt since you were in High School. As my hands now slide behind your back, I pull you closer, looking deep into your eyes, running my fingertips up your entire back.Now as both my hands are behind your head... my fingers are running through your hair and it is sending shivers throughout your entire body. It is almost an electric feeling as I gently hold your face with both hands and touch my lips ever so lightly against your quivering mouth.As I pull my lips away from. When she looked at me and then down at my groin, she nearly drooled. Her lovely aunt agreed, but the girl's father did not.By sunset we had made fully half the miles of the journey on good, dry roads, and I took care of the horses while the women went to seek beds for the night and order us some food. When I entered the inn, I was immediately accosted by a militiaman with a musket. He took my belt and bayonet and pushed me into a corner. I could not see the woman, but the girl was standing atop.