”She gave me an eager smile, then she slipped off her skirt, and gave me a good look. Holy fuck, she was wearing just a white garter belt and wh...te stockings. My eyes locked onto her pubic region, hot damn, she was bare and smooth around her lips, just a trimmed one inch landing strip of blonde curls extended down from her pubic hairline to just above the top of her opening. Everything else was bare and well waxed.With a grin, she turned, and let me look at her sexy, succulent cheeks,. A real give away to a fake, is usually the way the woman is dressed. Too tarty usually means stage managed. Stockings. Well, yes, I wear stockings all the time. But we women will always make sure the tops are well covered by the length of our skirt. And, the norm, for me, would be to slip them off when I get in from work, along with my suspenders. I suspect a lot of these “faked” ones are done by men with the woman’s knowledge. We don’t just get naked. Well, I don’t. It starts slowly, chaps, no. Mr.Gamenston was to be out of town for a few days on one of his business trips and the boys would be working. Everything was in readiness. Jason and Jerome put on their tight bathing suits that showed off their huge bulges to their best advantage. They were easy to shuck off quickly. Grace often wore, in the privacy of her own pool, a tiny string bikini that accented her ample and sexy firm white body. The boys watched through the fence. They watcher her swim a few laps, their huge teenage. Guys like these always intimidated me because I felt physically inferior.I never spoke to guys like this because I feared rejection or ridicule.But Michael and especially Derrick went out of their way to be nice andmake me feel comfortable. I basked in their attention. If this was whatbeing a girl was like, I was all for it!Michael reminded Heidi about the party to which they had been invitedtomorrow night, and then he asked me to come along. He said that Derrickdidn't have a date, and that.