In one hand I’m holding the blow-dryer; in the other I have his phone. Where are the photos... Fuck! It's password protected! That devious little sh...t! I put it back in its place. This isn’t over!My parents are back and we both say 'hello' to them happily, again from the couch in the living room—we must look like k**s from a commercial. I add, "So, how was your movie?"***The whole next day I'm aroused, just waiting for the occasion to fuck Dirk again.Unfortunately, my parents are in the house. Reluctantly I agreed that one night we would go along and just see what it was like. Brian was so keen and had made it sound like fun and as we were solid together there were not going to be any issues.Brian suggested that if I dressed sexily I would feel sexier within myself and be able to feel the mood better. With this in mind he suggested I wear black lace top stockings, black silk suspender belt, a very short black skirt with no panties and a low cut top. He wanted so much for me to enjoy. . Yeh kya kar rahi ho? Darwaaza khula hai….Toh woh boli —theek hai …Issmein kya hai ? Toh usse bandh kar do…Maine utth karr phoren hi darwaza bandh kiya aur phir usske paas aaker baith gaya… Abb toh nazara dekh karr mere lund ka bura haal ho raha tha buss lagta that pant faad karr bahar aa jyega. Par maine jaise taise control kiyaPhir woh boli – bhiyya agar app bura na mano toh main yahan haath rakh loon? Yeh kehte hue usne meri pant ke uppar seh mere lund parr haath rekh diya…Main chup chaap. After the formal kissy greetings, Auntie took one look at our tight jeans and T shirts and frowned.“Girls shouldn’t wear those inappropriate jeans, especially in this heat!” she balked.Leading us to a small boutique, she insisted on buying us these ultra-feminine sundresses, which we had to admit were super cute, with their tight bodices and short, flared skirts. For once, I was glad that no one was able to say “no” to Auntie, for the simple fact that I got quick glimpses of Staci’s ass as she.