Her hair whipped. "Just relax."She lifted a glass of pale liquid from nowhere and smiled. It was justTaylor. Up close you can see the tooth. My heart ...ettled enough tolower the purse and take the glass. I pinched the stem like her and myhand looked as pretty as hers, just a different color, burgundy. Shetapped the glass with a nail."Have a sip, Sweetheart. Relax," she said.She lifted her own glass slowly, leading me, and tossed back the lastof her drink with a flourish. Was I supposed to drink. Our planet won’t survive unless we replace male war mongering and greed with the feminine virtues. ‘But just because the girls aren’t seeking attention from boys doesn’t mean that they’re careless about their dress or appearance. Far from it. Dress and beauty are part of the essential feminine skills we teach so that when the girls graduate and get into the real world, they’ll have more control over their males. Over their lives, I mean.’ Then she explained the dress code inside the Grimsley. ..' Her shaking hand grabbed the zip at the side, and slowly lowered it. She then smoothly lowered the skirt towards the floor, and I delighted as it rubbed against my hard member, and finally springing free as the skirt lay between my nylon clad legs. My cock was already glistening with sticky pre-cum, my foreskin already peeled fully back to reveal my bright red glans. I took a step back and placed the leather skirt on one of the armchairs in the living room, and told Babs to place her black. ‘That’s why…I like you…so much.’ ‘Always…with the hard…cock, sir,’ she breathed back at him, finding his pace to her liking. ‘Is that why…I like you…so much?’ ‘You are such…a tease, pet.’ ‘Love is…sweetened by…laughter.’ ‘Indeed…it is,’ he said, offering up another kiss and clamping her hips possessively with his large hands. ‘A kiss is …but a kiss …but it is …. I am told …better than the…flick of a wrist.’ ‘I’d have…to agree…though it depends…what the wrist…is doing though.’ ‘Are you.