She was now in her slip and panties. After walking for some more distance I signaled her and she handed me her slip and bra. Now she was topless. Wear...ng only her panties. It was a dim lite area. But she was bright enough that for every step she walks, I could see her boobs bounce. A beautiful sight. Then after the next couple of minutes. I had her panties too in my hand. She was totally naked now, Walking under a basement of a random apartment. I was sure she was enjoying.Me: I hope you know. I'm not sure why but that's what I thought.I stared at my brother in the mirror, shirtless in his jeans, a foot taller than me at 6'6", muscular-- a real good-looking guy. And then at myself, slender, blond hair, in cream colored panties and a matching undershirt; obviously a boy and not a girl, I thought. "Sure, I said," handing him the brush over my shoulder. I closed my eyes and soaked in the sensation of the bristles penetrating my hair, instinctively relaxing my neck and rocking back. Tragic, really – for those few strokes, I was in heaven. “Ok, now you try,” he said, sending me hurtling back to earth. But the trip didn’t last long, as the electricity flowed once again after I started wanking my little boner. I had never felt so great in my life, and for some reason, it seemed even hotter that I was whacking it with Antonio. I tried not to get caught staring at his dick, but was able to sneak glances every now and again. It helped that he would go between watching the. Above the large sofa, Jean and Abby saw two rows of framed 8 x 10 portraits of the 20 investors. Abby stepped up to the edge of the sofa and looked up at the portraits. All 20 faces were black above crisp white shirts with ties. All 20 appeared to be late 20’s to late 30’s in age. Terrell stepped up behind her and enveloped her in his arms, one hand sliding down her stomach while the other cupped a tit over her dress, the familiar act of bold lovers. “If you’re wondering, they are in order of.