Pubic hair grey, but running down to a still nicely cleft sex organ.During a recent annual medical check-up, her doctor had commented, "You've got the...blood pressure of an eighteen year old girl." This had delighted her, but now, as she looked at herself, she thought, "Not quite an eighteen year old on the outside, but I could get away with forty."She went back to the bedroom and put on the dress. Very carefully, she applied a little make-up, not to cover anything up, but to enhance what was. What if the person who did this was after someone else? Gray and Amy had exchanged another of those looks they were so good at and let me know that it wasn’t probable. What they didn’t say was if you were going to cut someone’s brake lines, you would make damn sure you had the right car first. I sighed as that fanciful hope died a quick death. It made sense in a warped sort of way. I let out a laugh over the surreal feeling of discussing my near death as though we were brainstorming ideas for. Then i returned back and asked if i can wear the komanam back for which they said that this will be my dress and that they can have better control on me.It was true. Now the hanging cloth in front was covering my cock. If they wanted to pull me by the cloth then the cock was out for full view. I was worried what they will do. They asked to me kneel down like a student being punished. My bums were open for full view. They went round me and inspected every detail. Then Rani asked me walk in all. ” and after that, I went all out. My ears were filled with screams of pleasure. And then she said, “I’m coming! FUCK!” Her body shook with spasms as she screamed out, “FUCK!” and “SHIT!” I let her calm down, and we laid side by side for awhile. And then she got up and headed to the showers. I followed her, and when we got there, she turned it on.I don’t know how she would’ve known this, but if there’s one thing that turns me on more than a naked girl is a wet naked girl. I walked up to her and.