But my other daughter’s outfit really took the cake - she was just wearing a blue bikini top (one that looked like it was half a size too small) and...matching blue panties. She was almost scandalously underdressed; the only saving grace were the black fishnet stockings she wore, ensuring that the entire outfit looked deliberate (and not like she’d been locked out of her closet while still getting dressed).I thought they all looked great, and as we ate dinner that night, my wife and I beamed with. "What?" Her question drew me away from admiring her, and returned me to my surroundings."I'm unclear on your question." Why are you looking at me like that? You have me here, alone and nearly naked, my tits are on display just as you wanted, and all you can do is look in my face? What?" Oh, that! Your breasts are simply one part of you. I love looking in your face, your eyes are pretty, and it is tremendously exciting to experience you submitting to my directions. While a picture would last. Miss Frobisher pulled away with her customary speed, which made her wheels spin out in the mud. I didn’t feel anything at first, but then I looked down at my uniform pants. They were brown and black with mud and old road tar. This was bad. I could see mildew in the future and knew I’d have to buy a new uniform. I stood there shivering and started trotting over the few remaining yards to the door. I started turning over and over in my mind how stupid I was for agreeing to do this, even if it was. Cheryl whimpered as she felt the cock seem to thicken, it wasn't that as much as her pussy was getting tighter by the second it was so enflamed from the hard pounding she had been and was again receiving. Amber could feel herself going to the edge of orgasm, ever moan coming from Cheryl was driving her on, the mere sound of the young girls voice as she called out was enough normally to dive her to a shattering orgasm and with the sound and scent of sex in the air it was doing even more to.