I shut off the water and put the whiffle ball and bat back on the picnic table. I stripped off my dirty, soaked shirt and hung it over the deck railin... so it could dry in the sun. I figured what the heck and peeled off my shorts, too. Down to just wet boxers now, I got two beers from the refrigerator. Elly emerged about half an hour later, still in her bikini. She had wet hair, which she had pulled back into a ponytail. ‘Where are the boys?’ I asked. ‘Playing nicely with their toys.’ She. "So you never got married?" she asked. "No, I never got married. So what's your story?" I asked. "After we graduated, I moved to Chicago. I was tired of this small town life and wanted to see more. But I found out that I didn't like 'the big city' after all, so I moved back down south a year or so later to Augusta, Georgia. I liked it there... it was warm like Huntsville, but bigger and more to do. I lived there for several years. I met my ex husband there and fell in love and got married," she. Par mai jaldi se utha aur use pakadte hue bola kyo kay hua bhagi kyo ja rahi ho are nanga to mai hu sharam to mujhe ani chayhe aur sharma tum rahi ho kay avi tak kisi ko nanga nahi dekhi ho ka. Is par wo boli bhaya aap v na chodo mujhe jane do mujhe sharam aa rahi hai to maine use apni taraf khichate hue bola ki pahle ye batao ki tumne aaj tak kisi ko nanga dekhi hai ya nahi is par wo boli nahi ab mujhe jano do mujhe sharm aa rahi hai is par mai bola are sharmane ki kay bat kay hue aaj na kal. Was Charlie my neighbour… He must have heard me moan like a girl. Now I definitely did not want to go over for a beer. What if he knew something. What if he told the others. Well no turning back now. I took my girl outfit off and dumped them on the bed. I washed my face and removed my makeup. I took a sip of vodka. And went to take on my normal boring guy clothes on. I saw my black Wolford nylon stockings lay there with my black thong on my bed. Oh man, I haven’t cummed yet. I slid my thong on.