“Are you sure this is all ok with you? Especially me? I mean, I really liked yesterday morning, and want more, but I don’t want you to be uncomfor...able or feel pressured,” she continued rapidly.I paused a moment, reflecting, before answering. “I’m ok with it if as long as you are. You’ve been taking care of yourself and making adult decisions for a long time now. Obviously you gave this a lot of thought, and the four of you put a lot of planning into it. So, yes, I’m ok with it. Besides, what. For the record, she was on the cusp of ovulating. It had never been an issue, and she'd never given it a moment's thought. And THIS was NOT the moment! Pamela slid herself up along Alan's body, intent upon discovering the point where the tip of his erection touched her vulva. She reached it, and reached awkwardly back. How sensitive was that thing? Would she hurt him if she grabbed it too hard? It seemed pretty robust in the movies... Alan divined the issue beneath her hesitation and said,. Nor did his shirt hinder me from observing that symmetry of his limbs, that exactness of shape, in the fall of it towards the loins, where the waist ends, and the rounding swell of the hips commences, where the skin, sleek, smooth, and dazzling white, burnishes on the stretch over firm, plump, ripe flesh, that crimped and ran into dimples at the least pressure, or that the touch could not rest upon, but slid over as on the surface of the most polish'd ivory.His thighs finely fashion'd, and with. It was the perfect dress for the occasion.Liz wore exactly the same thing, except it was in gold, not silver. Her hair was more pinned up than mine, but other than that we were identical. Oh, I didn't wear panties, and she did. 't going to be getting out of hers, I didn't want mine to get in the way.That Saturday was a wile chaos of girls getting their hair done, their nails, and everything else. All activity stopped about 5:00 p.m. Everyone was home finishing their make-up and getting dressed..