It seemed like they were all trying to compete for who had the sexiest outfits and shortest dress. She was wearing a black mini skirt with a white thi... blouse tied up high above her stomach, showing off lots of skin and her perfectly flat tummy. Her spiked platform heels accentuated her long legs and made her appear taller than she really was. Someone told me she was from Colombia but she had blondish hair, light skin, and blue eyes which didn’t fit my stereotype of a Latina. She had a. She wasn’t wearing any panties. The nightie had a string that she tied in a bow. She was spread out on the couch. She was awake and just relaxing. I untied the bow and the nightie fell off her body. “Sandy, you look so beautiful tonight.” “You’re just saying that, Billy.” “I mean it. You’re so beautiful. I could do things to you that would make you feel really good." “I don’t think your father would like that.” “He’s not here, and Gina is out for the night.” “I’m a bit drunk, but go on and. Thank goodness all that was required of me was to stand still as thegown was passed over my head. That was trial enough, the frothy skirtfirst bunched up then when it reached my hips, then sitting snuggly asmy mother fell to her knees fluffing it out so that it fell to thecarpet enveloping my crinoline.Meanwhile Kaitlin held the brocade bodice up indicating I should passmy arms through the spaghetti straps, while she stepped around behindme, bringing the gown together and slipping the zipper up. We did good time loading the station wagon. We made runs back and forth, loading and unloading, stacking boxes in the new placeOn one occasion, she lifted a small but heavy box of books over her shoulders. Her pants fell below her hips, and gave me all sort of things to admire, her purple Hanes panties, her smooth stomach and bare hips. She adjusted her pants with a tug, but it wouldn't work. Her pants just kept sliding down over and over again. When she walked away, I took in the rhythmic sway.