At Victoria's Secret in Copley Place, smiling as she made her choices, she bought new underwear, including a garter belt, a garment she had never worn...before, and at Neiman Marcus she found a nightgown so sheer that she could easily crumple it into a ball in the palm of her hand. She also bought a white sun dress, three pairs of silk stockings and a pair of gold sandals. She saw her gynecologist. She went to a manicurist, who scolded her for failing to take better care of her hands. On the day. She smelled delicious. All citrus and lavender. Her eyes were focused on my lips and I slowly licked them. She pursed her lips and looked up. "I was just wondering how it would feel to have my fingers covered in your blood while I straddle you and stab you repeatedly." She smiled. Her voice was low and breathy. "Were you now?" I chuckled softly. I gripped the towel and yanked it off. It landed somewhere on the chaise in the corner. I hadn't had the chance to see her completely naked and here. "You wanted to talk to me?" came the cautious sound of his stepdaughter's voice over the gentle crashing of the waves and the squawking of mundane gulls."Sorta," he responded, turning to meet her suspicious gaze with a reassuring smile, "You're mother wanted me to talk to you, actually."Miranda nodded. Saying nothing as she stepped up beside Bob and leaned against the railing. "It's about Aunt Laurna's offer. Isn't it?" her voice seemed distant, her stormy gray eyes focused on something far out. I could feel the bulge of his hardening cock. The other people appeared to be a group of friends, headed out to dinner. Beyond a couple of brief nods of greeting they paid no attention to us. I snuck my hand between us and gave Ted's hard cock a quick squeeze, then lifted the back of my skirt and pressed my bare bottom against him. I felt his hand on my ass, exploring, checking to see if I’d told him the truth. When his fingers slipped between my legs and felt my bare, smooth pussy and how wet.