Muffling our laughter like two school girls skipping class we put our plan into action. We made our way to my friend Heathers and her boyfriends tent....It was a small pup tent with a narrow opening. Being about the same body size and hair length and color, it would be hard for the boys in there drinking state, combined with it being pitch dark with nothing but a dim glow from the fire, to tell us apart. Heather got on her hands and knees and crawled into the tent where her boyfriend was already. Back in the bedroom, Lynn had already put on a coordinated lacy emerald green lingerie set and black stockings and proceeded to help Chris get dressed and made-up. He was wearing the corset and stockings again, and had slipped into a deep blue body-con dress decorated with orchids and which made him look quite curvy.He enjoyed being pampered and relaxed as Lynn applied his make-up, savouring the different fragrances of each layer but mostly the warmth of her touch to his skin. She preferred. Jack’s tongue traced down further, past my thin metal choker necklace, to the seams of my blouse. He unbuttoned my blouse so fast that I could not have stopped him if I had tried. His tongue slid over the upper swells of my breasts, leaving light lines of saliva. Then his nose was in my tight cleavage, and he pulled down the wet cups of my blue silk bra, exposing my meaty nipples. My nipples are as dark red as my hair, and even as I watched, a tiny droplet of rich, white mother’s milk oozed out. My reflection was divine. Long legs, very short skirt and hint of white panties when I lifted up my skirt a little. My t-shirt was simple but the nipples that poked through were like two little bullets. My own body was turning me on. I could feel wetness in my panties and would have fucked myself if I could. Before any more ideas got into my head I sped silently down the stairs and closed the front door quietly behind me. It was important that it seemed like I had been exercising by the time I.