And Karen, well, there was no other way to describe her; Karen was a woman. Despite only being nineteen, the young brunette had already developed all ...he curves and bulges of womanhood in all the right places. Jason couldn't blame Bret for wanting to get Karen off alone and make a kissing cousin out of her.Kissing cousin, he chuckled. It was a sign of his age. If he knew his son, there was more than kissing on Bret's mind. Again, he couldn't blame Bret. If he were a bit younger, Jason realized,. The closest thing I had to 'slinky' was a Navy Blue skirt and the matching jacket. The shirt that went with it was white with a ruffled front and short sleeves. I had a pair of short heels that would go with it too.The shirt was almost opaque but not quite, so I didn't wear a bra, thinking I'd tease her a little bit. The skirt material was thin and I didn't want panty lines, so I picked a baby blue thong from the underwear drawer. It had never been worn, and was one of the more sensual things. Then I slid the DE Dildo into her cunt. It took me a while and I had to stop a few times and tongue her cunt before I could get about 6 inches into her. Then she grabbed it tightly in one hand and climbed around behind me. She was giggling and laughing and that was a good sign. It meant it felt OK inside her.I was lying on my side and she lay behind me, curled the DE Dildo around between my legs and slid it into my cunt. My wet, hungry cunt just sucked it in.We lay there with that DE Dildo in. Fuck you too.There they were. A pair of big juicy mounds of flesh with the biggest, most delicious nipples that I’ve ever saw in my life. I swallowed down a gulp.I should cover her up, protect her dignity and all that.My hand shook as I hovered over her breasts, intent on pulling the robe over.“Jen?” I called to her. Gingerly, I gave her shoulder a nudge. “Jen?”No answer. She was out cold.I should just go grab a spare blanket from the wardrobe, throw it over her and leave.My hand was perilously.