Helen emerged. Like Geoff, she was in her underwear and carrying her outer wear, but her underwear was black, lacy, and emphasised her assets.“Wow!�...� Geoff’s exclamation was almost a gasp, but it was so clearly appreciative that Helen straightened and ... the best description is ‘sashayed’ ... into the bedroom. Geoff followed as if towed by an invisible rope.He found her hanging her clothes in her wardrobe, after which, she turned and, eyes fixed on his, removed first her bra, then her panties,. "This reminds me of something my aunty told me about haha. That's weird." "What so, these are a thing then, these squishy jelly pebbles," said Gwyneth. "Well apparently!" Said Rhian. "They're supposed to be some kind of magic, aren't they. I'm sure it's some kind of, some kind of very strange magic." Erotic magic perhaps," exclaimed Gwyneth. "Haha," laughed Rhian. "Perhaps! From what I remember though, you're not supposed to touch them I think." Why though," Exclaimed Gwyneth, lifting it from. " You didn't wonder about it?" I asked him, using a corner of the towel to wipe my face and neck."I didn't see her again," he shrugged with a glance at Eva, undoing the three buttons holding his shirt closed and peeling the white silk from his body.The rain grew very loud and the wind had picked up, but there was no thunder or lightning, nothing like that. Once I was almost sort of dry, Eva gave the towel to her brother and started lifting my t-shirt. I might have protested, but it was fun and. Greg felt his jaw drop, as Catherine stepped out of the bathroom. Cat had been waiting for this moment for months. She had selected her outfit very carefully. She was dressed in a white corset with garters attached, matching thigh high white silk stockings, and a lace g-string. Perfect, Cat said in a deep purring voice, just the reaction I was hoping for. Without further ado, she crossed the room and kissed Greg deeply, then slowly kissing her way down to his loins, all the while removing his.