We would stop every so often to kiss and touch one another, keeping are juices flowing and the fires burning. We entwined in the elevator since we had...it to ourselves. Ingrid pulled my top off and she and Ronnie soon began to suckle my nipples. I pulled Ingrid’s halter aside and fondled one breast while my other hand explored Ronnie’s delightful ass. When the doors parted at the correct floor, we ran down the hall to their room, still half naked. Once the door closed, Ronnie pulled her dress. Louie drinks more than anyone I know. I don’t know why he drinks so much. Mom says he has to work for my dad because he drinks so much. Cathy says he drinks so much because he has to work for my dad. He never argues with my dad, not even when Dad tries to make him. Louie just agrees with him, but Betty Lou sure doesn’t. She’s not afraid to tell my dad off and she doesn’t care who hears it. * * * * * ‘Come on, Mike, let’s go get you bathed and dressed before everyone shows up.’ ‘Are Joyce and. She was 12 years old. Before her arrival they had painted Mollys room purple, her favorite color, and filled it with stuffed animals and girly objects to help with the transition. By now Molly had made her own mark on the room, covering the walls in posters of pop stars and magazine cut outs, and littering the floor with mountains of clothes and other preteen necessities. She had insisted on a gigantic pink bean bag chair that she would spend most of her time in, watching movies on her laptop. The lace thong tickling my hole, while offering just enough at the front to hide my package. Of course I could barely contain myself most of the time, with my erect penis standing proudly above the panty line. But when I was flaccid I used to love the shape they gave me. Stockings and suspenders were a must. I still can’t think of anything more erotic. I love the way they feel, the sheer silk encasing my legs, and the framing effect makes sure that the eyes are drawn to the crotch. Which is.