"I wouldn't want our costumesto get wet from any rain. Besides, this nice weather will allow us touse the little 'extra' thing that I've arranged."We...got out of the car, and Jasmine grabbed the bags. We walked up tothe door of the costume shop, and Sandy unlocked the door and held openthe door for Jasmine and me. "Ladies first," she said with a grin. Igave her a bit of a joking glare as we walked into the costume shop."Just give me a few minutes to set up." Sandy said. The costume shopwas. He was met by his instructor, his sisters, Rebecca, and Cheri who helped to 'clip his wings', a ceremony of vague origins that entailed cutting off the back of a newly soloed student's shirt and decorating it with markers remembering the student's prominent gaffes during training. Tony's getting lost on the ground figured prominently on his shirt.Apparently the shirt was to hang in the FBO's lounge until Tony passed his final certification. It was, to Tony, another step in a plan he'd. She held her skirt up.The Scarecrow's glove-fingers slid up her inner thighs until they reached her soft nether lips.Dorothy closed her eyes, lay her head back, concentrating on the sensations.The Scarecrow leaned forward, pressing his nose into her pubic hair. He extended his tongue, and brushed it over the contours of her slit.He leaned back. "You taste good," he grinned up at her.Dorothy smiled. "Wait a minute," she breathed. She pulled her dress up over her head, then lay it on the ground.. Sorry.”"No problem."Truthfully, I have always been interested in Kyle's package. I’ve seen him wearing tight jeans, walking shorts, cut-offs and he displays a nice bulge. I’ve frequently thought about getting my hands inside his pants. In fact, I got very close one time. I was holding a ladder for him in his garage while he was replacing a light bulb. I damn near reached up between his legs to check him out. Alas, I chickened out! Today, though, I am feeling a mite frisky and much bolder. "You.