Finally, in a composed voice I said, "Cindy, could you please close the door?"After she closed the door I quickly completed my shower. Reaching outsid... the door I grabbed the towel from the hangar and put it around my waist. Cynthia had moved to the bedroom with Cindy and I could hear them talking in an excited voices. My apprehension rose as I wondered what questions Cynthia must have for Cindy and how Cindy was responding to them. I closed the door and finished dressing quickly. The last. My skin was super-sensitive, my boobs felt very heavy, and I somehow knew that the only thing that would make them feel better would be a pair of hands holding them. I couldn't get my nipples to go down at all (visible nipples is a big fashion no-no). Fortunately it was cold enough (for northwestern Georgia) that I could stick a few layers of tissue over them and wear a sweater. Even so they were a constant irritant. They needed some attention.There is a simple solution for being wet and ready. Suck my cock little whore, show me what you can do with that pretty mouth, Steve said in a rough voice. His command turned me on more and my hungry mouth instantly dived forward to his cock. I kissed the flaccid head and my tongue snuck out to lick the length of his shaft. It was hot against my skin and his smooth cock slid easily into my mouth as I held his shaft with one hand. My other hand wrapped around his swollen ball sac. I couldnt help moaning as his cock fit perfectly down my throat. Short skirts and skimpy tops were pretty common. Their was huge variety, but, if there was a common theme, it was a lot of bare skin. One woman seemed to be the exception to this rule, she was wearing a full length skirt, but then I saw her move and I realised that her skirt was composed of 4 separate panels which hung together like a normal skirt while she was still but revealed her legs, all the way to her panties when she moved. The outfit that I admired the most consisted of a tiny pleated.