Rolling over onto the warm cement, Samantha positioned her empty bottle on the ground directly under Sara’s crotch. Placing one hand on each of the ...eacher’s hips, Samantha adjusted Sara so that the top of the beer bottle was pressing against her pussy lips.Slowly, applying just as much pressure as was necessary, Samantha eased Sara downward until the whole neck of the bottle had disappeared inside her. Then Samantha wrapped her hand around the base of the bottle and began to gently move it. It was not a real thong; the kind that gets stuck in your ass, like dental floss. The outrageous part was it was the same transparent, hose fabric. The front was skimpy, but the back was a full panel that went to her hip bone. "Nobody will ever fucking know." She told herself.She put the dark, ribbed hose/leggings on and then the high boots. She looked at herself in the mirror as she slipped the dress over her shoulders. She watched herself as she buttoned the front. The square-cut front was. “It is big city.”Curtis feels his face turn a little red, but he quickly pushes past that. “So, anyway ... where do you want to stay?”“I guess I will need sleep...” she says. “I stay at your place for duration.”Curtis looks her over. Being a cop he already took in everything he needed the moment she stepped through the terminal. Now though, he really takes in all the details, from her lithe and most likely toned body, to her piercing green eyes and short brown hair with the wisp of a few. She was expecting a knock on the door at any moment as he is not the type that normally ran late. She was still wearing the shirt that she went to bed with and a white cotton panty as well. She decided that she was going to test the waters to find out if he has the slightest inclination towards her as well. Just the thought of it made her horny and she slipped her hand into her underwear. Her pussy was wet and yearned to be touched. She imagined herself in the shower, touching herself with her.