When she was done, she put on the hood I bought her. I was shocked by the difference it made. By taking away various details of her face, it was like ...he had been remade or something. She wasn't the same person as before. Since the hood covered her head but had an opening for her hair, she kept it in a tight, loosely curly pony tail. I was tempted to grab her hair, pull her face to mine, and find out what kissing her with the hood on would be like, but I fought off the urge and left while she. As I was about to open my mouth and deny it, she reached down and slid her shirt quickly up over her body and past her head before adjusting her dark hair back into order. She sat there next to me now, in modest but short shorts, and a tight white bra. The beast in my pants noticed too as it slowly hardened. She leaned back in the chair and closed her eyes, slowly fanning herself with her slender hands, trying to cool the fire the alcohol had lit within her body. This made matters worse as the. The muted scent of vanilla fills the air around me and I press one finger to the creamy body butter, scooping a small amount and rubbing it into the index finger of my left hand. Up and down, up I down, I rub my index finger, feeling it become slick with the body butter. I scoop another small dollop and do the same to middle finger, ensuring that both my fingers are coated with the vanilla cream. By now, the fingertip of my right index finger is coated in the cream, as well. I spread my legs,. I set her tablet up on the desk and made sure everything was working, then I kissed the back of her gorgeous neck. "Have fun with your friends a while, I'm going to do some stuff downstairs." She smiled and said "oh but you're my favorite friend on here you won't be online." I said "well maybe I'll log on later too." I paused and looked back at her and said: "You know I always had a fantasy you would strip for us." She laughed shyly and almost whispered "I wanted to strip for you but I.