After a few minutes she began to remove her clothes. First her top showing off her lovely tits, then her skirt. For a while she danced around in just ...er tiny red thong until to a round of get the fucking panties off, she slowly slipped them down her legs and off then throwing them to the crowd. Marcia was now naked except for her high heels. Her lovely tanned lithe body twisting and swaying to the music. Her hands caressing her breasts, down her stomach. She got down on her hands and knees in. The tiny G-string rubs my clit, the sensations causing me to squirm my hips, increasing the pressure even more, a low moan escaping you as your eyelids flutter and your eyes roll back for a second. I push myself up to stand on the bed, stepping forward slightly to give you the best view of my body from underneath my lingerie, especially my smooth pussy lips slightly spread apart by the G-string and my widened legs, engorged and puffy, glistening with our juices. You breathe deeply and take in. " "How's your water intake?" "Not what it should be," Jenny answered. I reached out and felt just below her tummy. "Yep. I can feel it." "What should I do?" Jenny asked. "Take some Ex-Lax," I suggested. "You know Aunt Peggy was addicted to laxatives," she reminded me. "I don't want to chance ending up like her." "Tall glass of prune juice, then," I offered. "You know I hate prunes. The juice is even worse." I finally looked at her. "Enema?" "I suppose so," Jenny reluctantly said, "although I. It certainly started out as being the biggest day of his life. And the day continued to be wonderful throughout. He had a wonderful time with her. Their plan to pretend she was asleep and ignore anything happened was working perfectly. He then noticed the silence as his mind had been fondly remembering the morning for a bit too long."I am too," Sherry interjected and covering for him."Sorry," he said, "I was thinking about something else". But I'm beat too. I'll certainly sleep well tonight..