The towel flips and moves as she dances exposing brief glances of her pert ass and bare cunt. The slight breeze created by the motion of the towel int...iguing the young woman. The thicker edge of the terrycloth occasionally slaps against her skin sending tingles out through her body. The gentle tingling entices her to move faster and swing her hips more and more as she dances between the open bag and her c***dhood dresser. The clothes gradually disappear from the bag as the dresser fills. And. Now, tell me about your parents." I let myself go again, and the answers to that question suddenly occurred to me. "My mother is Rachel Lewis Mason," I said. "She's a banker. My father is Jonathan Lynn Mason. He's a lawyer." "Very good. Age?" "Eighteen." It went on like that for about an hour. Audrey's questions gradually changed from basic to personal. Frighteningly personal. "Bra size? Precise measurements, please," she asked at one point during the interrogation. "32DD," I said, even. And as the night wore on she got steadily more and more drunk. It was embarrassing as she slurred her words, staggered, fell and finally passed out in front of the whole family.I picked her up and carried her upstairs. She’s not as light as once she was and I only just got her to the bed, where I staggered and dropped her barely onto the bed, her legs dangling off the edge. But as I stood up I saw that her short dress had gotten even shorter, flipping up onto her flat stomach. That’s when I saw. “I want to try something new, Ariel.” “Yes, ok, oh my god, Punz, don’t stop now!” “You need to cum, don’t you.” “Yes!” I groaned, my fingers clutching her hair as I tried to grind my hips against her hand. “I met a man, today. Jean. He… I…” she went suddenly silent, staring at me with the intensity of a young girl wanting something very badly but too shy to voice it. Then, before she went on, she began finger fucking me again, but slowly, too slowly to push me over the edge, her thumb rubbing.