Which I later learned were French knickers.I placed the panties back in the drawer, trying to make it look as if they had not been disturbed. I was aw...re of a subtle perfume emanating from the lingerie.I opened the next drawer and sure enough it too was full of girl's clothing. This time I found slips and teddies and camisoles, all in silk and satin and again in a variety of colors and styles, with that same elusive but very pleasant fragrance.Quickly now I looked through the other drawers. I. The table was just out of sight of the bar, as well as most of the other tables, and close to a small stage that was not being used that night. It was perfect. The area had very dim lighting with a few wall sconce nearby by, and fern like plants growing in pots that further obscured the table from the view of the restaurant. I was dressed business casually; I wore a black pullover sweater, dark blue jeans, and my brown leather mid boots. I was comfortable. I also had with me a gift bag (that. He claimed he had a game but Lacey talked him into driving them in the end, thanks also to their mom's cajoling. She also rustled them up a feast of a picnic, and sent them on their way. The lake was several miles out of town, wooded and secluded, and the water looked so fresh and inviting in the afternoon glare that they were all glad they decided to come.Without much ado, Lacey was the first to strip out of her clothes to reveal a skimpy, colourful bikini with mere sandwich-size triangles. I balance my book against the pillow on my stomach with one hand, and my right hand reaches over. Fingers splayed out first on your chest; caressing your sternum and pectorals, then making my way down to your center. I fondle your swelling sex over your boxers. Your hand massaging the back of my neck and parts of my shoulder. You wriggle just a bit to get your head pushing through the opening. I cone my fingers over your tip. Twisting just a bit, a deep moan finally escapes your lips. I look.