She was wearing a grey knit ankle-length dress that clung tightly to every sweet curve, showing off her firm young body. The thin straps of the dress ...nd the graceful swaying of her chest showed that she was not wearing a bra. Even without a bra though, her beautiful breasts, probably C cups, did not sag at all, sitting up perkily and proud. One time, when she went to the bar for a drink, she leaned over the icebox to flirt with the bartender. When she turned around and started to walk back to. After closing the door, she turned and said "OK, Smarty Pants - would you like to help me change out of this dress?" Nothing else needed to be said, and I escorted her to her room. As we got into the room, I stood behind her and whispered in her ear, "Stand in front of the mirror, Sarah." She offered no resistance, and in front of the mirror she stood. I slowly pulled the zipper open, and asked "Will that be all, Ma'am?" She turned, to face, me, and said, "No, Sir, I need more!" With that, she. "Want to feel?" I dropped the towel I was using to dry my hands and my dick began to grow."It was just a joke. Down boy."I poured Lara and I another cup of coffee and started another one brewing. She followed as I walked to the living room and sat on the couch. She snuggled right up against me with her legs tucked under her. I put an arm around her shoulder and gave a light squeeze. She leaned in and kissed my cheek."I never thanked you for Christmas. After you knocked Mike out six years ago he. Flawless and toned. I stroked her legs and had to admit, I was in an aroused state by now.I was locked in my house, no one around, and here she was three bottles of wine in, snoring and exposed in my basement. I laid her down on her back, and propped one leg on the back of the sectional, the other on the floor, leaving her completely spread eagle, exposing the very thin pink thong, covering a pierced swollen pussy.I left her this way, while I sat with the concert on, and rubbing her legs..