She looked in the mirror at herself, it was ok for home wear but she couldn't see herself wearing it outside."Want breakfast," her brother asked."Yeah...sure," she said and noticed immediately that his eyes zeroed on to her half exposed bust. His lustful look started her pussy itching again. She realized that unconsciously she had deliberately dressed to titillate him. What would my psychology tutor think if she told him, she thought.After breakfast she sat on the patio and read the paper, her. In the very center of the room was a taller table with higher chairs then all the other tables. That just happened to be the one they got. So, it didn’t matter where Robin sat; if anyone from a certain direction looked long enough at her they might notice the missing underwear.Still bewildered from the shopping, Robin was trying to sit as demurely as she could on the high stool. She was sure that everyone in the restaurant would be able to see right up her very short skirt. The whole first half. "Ms. Clark?, Ms. Clark?"I got no responce, so I went in closer and said again, "Ms. Clark are you alright?" It was then that I touched her shoulder and she didnt move that I had figured she had passed out. I could smell gin on her breath so I figured she was drunk enough to have passed out. I looked at her laying there on the bed and I reached out and stroked her ass. Oh my God the feel of that smooth skin was enough to make my cock rock hard, then I moved around so I could look directly into. I invited her in for a drink and before I knew it we were making out hard on the living room couch. She was kissing, grabbing and grinding on my body with such intensity. Having just come out of a slowly deteriorating relationship I had forgotten the rush and passion of a new hookup. FINALLY, I had my hands all over her firm ass with her dress pulled up, my cock pulsing as she rubbed herself over me. I remember pulling her dress straps down and exposing her young perfect breasts. They were.