He knows you as Jessie." "Why Jessie?" Kate asked. "We never use our real name." And off they went to the mall. It was a dark and gloomy night, but t...at only added to Kate's excitement. Bonnie lent Kate a strand of white pearls and earrings that made for an elegant contrast to the black sophisticated evening gown they had bought that afternoon. Of course the dress displayed ample cleavage and was slit up the thigh, but without Kate looking like a slut. Bonnie made sure the dress was easy to. "She likes what she sees," whispered Denise, noticing the exchange of looks, "do you?" I..." Lynn was embarrassed, felt awkward that she was being ogled by another woman in front of her fiancee."It's all right," smiled Denise, " you don't need to feel uncomfortable. From now on, there will be lots of women and men who will want in your pants. I'm not jealous, Lynn, but I do demand that you be honest with me. If you want in her pants as well, all you need do is admit it to yourself and ask my. Getting it out of his head in case his head changed its mind.“Bethani is the essence of sexuality that resides in these mountains; a goddess of licentiousness, sexual freedom, a goddess of lust. It is thought that anyone who is taken under her wing will understand the basic needs of mankind. Everyone has their idea of why we are on this Earth, but Bethani made people understand that it all boils down to pleasure. Many have tried to become her, some have spent their life searching for her but. After she'd changed I'd try and sneak into her room and go through her pantyhose drawer. It was a veritable treasure trove with all different colours. My favourites were the navy blue but she'd also got some in green with a small dot/bobble pattern, red and a pair of black tights with an embossed pattern on the ankle containing a replica pearl. There were many times when I'd nab a pair of her pantyhose and take them home for jacking off into whilst thinking of her.If she'd been wearing a pair.