” John started to say. WHAM! John was slapped on the face by Miss Peterson’s hand.“Thats your first warning. Lets try that again.” scorned Mis... Peterson“Yes...m-master.” stuttered John.“Hmm, that needs working on. But for now, do you like the improvements I’ve made? Im very proud of them myself.”“Wha-What do you mean?” quivered John.“Oooo, thats strike two.” Miss Peterson replied. “Maybe you should take a look downstairs...”John glanced down at his cock. He was in shock. All of his pubic hair. I could feel my cock starting to stiffen and, apparently, so could she, because she playfully said, "I can feel something nice, and it is not your hands." I was shocked and speechless and quickly dove into the pool, to try to clear my head (both heads actually...lol).By now, it was just about sundown and we were the last two guests at the pool. Barb got another cocktail and moved her lounge chair close to the edge of the pool. She raised the back up and assumed a sitting position with her long. The dress barely covered her nipples. Her heels were the lastthing Brenda put on and she wondered if the maker thought women likedwalking on five inch heels, there ought to be height restrictions shegiggled, buildings have them, why not shoes? She looked in the mirror andsaw herself, and knew there would be no doubt as to what she was andwondered if Mario would like the way she looked? Fuck him she thought, hehad his chance and felt her chin quiver, I can't cry now, and took a lineof coke up. What color are they?"She blushed, then glanced quickly around the room."Um, they're black." What do they look like. Describe them." Lacy. Very thin. And tiny. Very tiny." Are they thin enough to see your pussy through them?"She cleared her throat, looked around the room again, and finally answered."Um-hmm. My husband likes them that way." Good. Let's see them."She slid her hand under the dress near the wall, felt around for the scrap of lace at her hip, then, looking carefully out over the.