That first evening, Megan wore a button front dress with black lingerie and nylons. We wandered the streets and returned to the No Name Bar we had bee... to years before. This time, Megan was far more agreeable."Remember when the singer told me how he liked my stockings!"I reminded her about asking her to take off her bra that night. The bar maid chimed in. I give drinks for any lady that donates to the cause!" That's easy enough!" Megan smirked and stood up.Before the crowd realized it, Megan. "Take care, darling." Oh, and Kevin?" Steven said."Yeah?" Thanks for looking out for her. I owe you, big time." Oh no. The pleasure is all mine," Kevin said with a grin.The call ended, and the image of Steven vanished, replaced with an empty desktop. Margo Brooks had already retreated into the living room and began stretching and doing her warm-up exercises. She did not notice that Kevin had taken his briefs and shirt off after hanging up with Steven, and that he now approached her, buck naked. Standing in front of him, she lifted her arms to her shoulders and slowly pushed the straps of her dress off her shoulders. When she lowered her arms, the dress floated slowly down her body.Chris gasped. All she was wearing now was a miniscule pair of lacy black underwear, and he was awestruck. She'd looked impossibly beautiful in the dress, but this was even better — way better. Then he noticed a tiny little card hanging from a top corner of the g-string. She moved closer to him, and he looked. As Sabrina and I were standing looking out over some beautiful country, I turned her to me and kissed her hard on the mouth. She resisted a little at first, but then started returning my kiss with as much passion as I was giving it. Our hands were exploring each others bodies through our cloths and soon found ourselves grinding into each other. When we finally broke apart Sabrina looked down at my crotch. My cock was at it's full 8 thick inches and clearly visible through my jeans. Rubbing her.