There's a black garter belt to go over them to help keep up the black stockings. The garters are ones that I've had my eye on for a while, black with ...hocking blue ribbons. I can't wait to see them on him. Beside them I lay out the dress. It's a sparkly red number reminiscent of Jessica Rabbit. I set out the sparkly silver shoes for him just as I hear the water shut off. Retreating to a chair in the corner of the room I settle down to watch him dress. It's such a turn on watching him roll. Trish moves her nails in small circles downward until she reaches my scrotum.“Mmm, mmm.” I moan out as I watch.“I like that you shave yourself, Luke.” Trish says as her fingers move from my scrotum.Taking the tube, she squirts a liberal amount into her palm and wraps her hand around my pulsating shaft. Her touch sends a jolt through my body. Trish slides her hand slowly up and down several times, spreading the lotion over my shaft and cock head.I keep watching as her other hand wraps around my. Got it.Now LIFT.Will sighted down the barrel, the world beyond a shifting blur. He rolled onto his back, feeling every bone protest as it shifted and settled. But his arms somehow came up, and the dark blur came to be centered. Will blinked; his vision cleared somewhat.Randy was no longer bleeding, no longer hunched. He rolled his shoulders back, his chest broadening. "Go ahead," he growled, "see if it matters."Will pulled on the heavy trigger, and pulled, further... Something hard and fast. He almost got an erection, despite the cold marble, when she stooped to get a pan on the floor-level shelf of the cupboard. Her asshole winked at him and her soft brown crotch curls spread out as her squeezed cunt pouted its lips at him!Up to that moment, he had consciously attempted to treat her the same as he had in the past; it seemed the proper thing to do, since he had announced on arrival that he was more or less calling on her daughter.But now he remembered the current that had seemed to.