I’m headed downstairs to get a few things together; you’ve got about twenty minutes and you need to be on the porch stacking the luggage and ice...chest and getting everything strapped down. OK?” said my mother before standing and walking out of my room and down the hall.As I jumped from the bed grabbed a few cloths and a towel headed down the hall toward the shower as I got to the door my beautiful twelve year old sister Amber runs in and turns on the water strips and jumps in the shower. I shaved my smooth labia, put black stockings, high heels and a touch of red lipstick in my wanting mouth. I decided to use the new black gown.After a look in the mirror, I got convinced that the reflection was giving me back the perfect image of a street hooker. But I liked it. I liked my black lover treating me like a whore…I went downstairs to watch a movie. Then I received a picture from Jimmy.It was a pic of his hard cock, including pre-cum in the tip. He texted that he was hard now and. As I slipped my skin tight white dress off, my mind wandered back to the beach. I remembered taking it off as slowly and seductively as possible. I remember the looks on the guys' faces when I did and it excited me. I liked stripping for them. I hoped I could do it again.Once naked, I stood to admire my body in the mirror. My skin was a golden brown colour now, and I also had a slightly pink triangle surrounding my pussy, where my bikini bottoms normally cover. I had caught the sun today,. "Thanks, Em," Richard said sarcastically."Did you start in school?" Sandra asked."No, at home. My dad was painting a house and the people were selling their piano. So he traded some painting work for it. He always wanted to learn, but his family in Italy never got him an instrument. They lived out in the sticks, and didn't have much money." That was nice that he got it for you, then," Sandra said."Yeah. I came home from school one day and there it was. I took to it pretty quickly, and they.