Her outfit of the day went in first: A blouse, tank top, socks, pants, and then… panties. Black, lacy panties.I paused as I held them in my hand, my...boyish, teenage brain swimming lavishly in an orgy of thoughts that clouded my mind and weighted my heart. They’re still warm, I thought. Warm and welcoming. That was the first time I imagined her in nothing but those panties. No shirt, no pants, not even a bra. I imagined her just standing there, allowing me to gaze upon her nearly nude body, as. As I look back on it, I guess it wasthat I needed to feel loved and on top of that, herlips were the most fucking incredible lips on the faceof this earth. I wrapped my arms around her and wasdrowning in her lips, my mind and body were now both onfire, my thong was soaking wet and I wanted her totouch my pussy so bad, I was about to beg her to touchme. Irene later told me that when I wrapped my arms aroundher, she knew I was going to be her private pussy andlet her have her way with me. She. He stretches his legs. Blondie stirs and wakes. Her head twists and she looks at him."Hello. Remember me? We fucked a while ago; we were good, too.” She smiles at him."Of course I remember. You bit me on my chest so I wouldn’t forget you. I can see it. ”He runs a hand over her hair and down her soft smooth back. He looks over his left shoulder to his clock.“I got work in a couple hours, what do you say to getting a shower and sharing some breakfast?” he asks.He turns on the shower and they both. ”“Uh, Gracey,” I interjected as a thought crossed my mind. “When was Nira heading here?”“I think she’s already on her way.”“Oh, dear,” I responded, but cogitated quickly on the ... problem. “Do you suppose that she’s hoping to... ‘surprise’ us?”Gracey laughed, as did Rhee and Heather.Gracey responded, “I would not at all put that past Nira. Are you going to tell Dad and the Moms?”I grinned at Rhee and Heather, then answered, “We’ll have to think about that.”Gracey cracked up, and after she’d.