I lit some candles, closed the blinds, you know, made the room romantic. But after dinner, he really had it coming. I wore a tight, little black dres... with no panties or bra on underneath. I was hoping that hed get excited when he found out I had nothing on underneath this skin tight dress. I looked in the mirror. Damn, I looked sexy. I started to rub my pussy just thinking about him. The doorbell rang, I ran over to spray myself with the perfume that always turns him on, and opened the door.. “Why not? You’re very pretty and I don’t get to look at pretty, naked teenagers very often. Do you mind?”“I don’t,” Andy said. “It made her horny, and I got the benefit.”“ANDY,” Patti shrieked. “Anyway, you told me you got to look at Ms Davison’s tits. You’re a disgusting pervert.”“Well, Andy,” Susan said, “if I remember how I had that dress fixed last night, you only got a partial view. Is this better?” Laughing, she pulled the bottom of her sweatshirt up, exposing her bare breasts briefly. She had me describe the blouses and skirts, smiled, nodded her head and guided me to another rack which held just what I had been looking for. Fingering fine lacy bra and panty sets I smiled at the thought of my son's face when he saw me in the gossamer undergarments. With the help of the assistant it didn't take me long to pick a couple of sets, but I was still curious about the other clothes."Do people really buy things like that thong?" I asked the woman."Oh yes," she smiled "and not just. With a whip of her blond hair, she rounded on Hunter with a dirty look locked and loaded – only to be halted in a dead stop once she saw the spectacle on the other side of the game board.“Claire, what the fuck are you doing?!” the upright, church girl cried out. The swear warbled out from her lips in a timid, almost involuntary way. When you’re watching your best friend rubbing her pussy in front of you, sometimes the only way to properly express yourself was through a well-placed ‘fuck.’ Even.