I guarantee you won’t be sorry. Come on, don’t you want to see what rests under these covers?” “A worse man would say yes to that. A better ma... would say no, but God Ginger Lynn, the thoughts I am having now.” “Then act on them Papaw. Let me give you what you really want.” I said and pulled back a part of the sheet covering my small breast and exposed enough of it to show the top part of my areola. I saw the glimmer in Papaw’s eyes as he stared at the top part of my areola peeking out slightly. Underneath it all I wore a white lace bra, a garter belt and sheer nude stockings. You may notice that I did not mention panties at all. I arrived at the party and was served a glass of wine. Then I began my walk through the house. Michael was in the living room chatting with a group of neighbors. I came in and spoke to the group and walked through as if I was on my way to the patio and brushed close to my quarry. I lowered my hand and lightly brushed my fingers over his cock. The touch was so. She was wearing ankle length breeches, a blouse, and a short jacket. The shirt was of the light white material that servants had available in the castle, the breeches and jacket were of the charcoal denim that I had bought her, I 3was struck again that she was such an excellent seamstress. The breeches fit her like they had been tailored by one of the finest tailors in capitol city. She stood before me, and turned slowly showing off her efforts."Sir. I want to thank you again, for this. What she saw pleased her. Long, wavy, chocolate brown hair, dark brown eyes that twinkled with humor. Her complexion was clear and glowing, with a pink blush on her cheeks, even now. She looked at her body, something she tended to avoid doing. She was petite, everything about her was small. Short, shapely legs. Small, delicate hands. Her figure was neat and compact. She worked out with her friends a few times a week, keeping her bottom tight and her muscles toned. As she actually took.