As I put on my shorts, it looked like I was wearing ashort skirt. Sarah says, "it's only a skort, don't worry about it. Theyare still shorts with some...extra fabric". A skort, extra fabric. Thewaist seemed smaller too and it flaired out around my hips. The top wasalso but to show my belly button and tighter fitting. The sandals werethe same color as my outfit showing off my pinkish toenails (onlyclearcoat I was told). The clothes did feel nice. My skin was smooth andI didn't even need to shave.. “Now we wait,” he said. “We should know in ten or fifteen minutes.”It stayed lit, and Flo just stayed there, when Bobby left.There were two more “last times” for Florence, as she did very little planning for a very simple ceremony that would take place in the farmhouse where she grew up. They had no reason to wait, as far as Flo was concerned, so they set the date for the last day of January.As scandalous as it would have been, if people had found out about it, Flo basically just moved in with. Eventually she pushed me onto my back and pulled my shorts and panties off.The next two hours were a blur of lesbian fantasy. I started things off by rolling Lucy onto her back, making sure she had pillows under her head for comfort, and trailing kisses between her breasts and down her abdomen. When I was finally face-to-face with her hot cunt, I made sure to tease her by kissing the skin all around it. But then spread her bald, pink pussylips and dove in, burying my face in her pussy. She. He slid down her torso, his erection pressing into her skin, the veneer of sweat making it glide across the prominent bumps of her abdominal muscles. He brought his head down level with her bust, taking one of he mammoth breasts in his hands, her flesh spilling between his fingers as he struggled to lift its weight. It was as heavy as a fully laden military rucksack, how she could even stand with two of these hanging from her chest was beyond him.He wasted no time, sucking her erect nipple into.