Got that cold feeling again. I struggled on with dinner and knew I screwed up the recipe a couple times, and had to add a few things to offset tastes....he had been sitting at the table facing me. I can only imagine what was going on in her mind as she watched me cook up the meal. I turned to go get something from the fridge, and caught a glimpse of her at the table. Peeking at me from under the table was her open skirt. It wasn’t wide open for the world to see, but her legs were parted enough. "The Armani suit, the charcoal one," He pointed to a tailored jacketand trouser suit facing him at the end of a long row of suits. To hissurprise Carmelita picked the jacket from the rack, then she lifted ahanger from behind the trousers to reveal a matching pencil skirt."Yes?" She asked."Yes," Ray agreed, knowing that they had manoeuvred him cleverly.A white lace uplift bra with matching panties, a white silk slip,natural coloured tights and three-inch court shoes joined the suit. Aplain white. He opened her smooth legs, and positioned himself between them. His fingers ran down her smooth lips. His eyes moved to hers. She had propped up on the pillows and her blue eyes sparkled. With his fingers he opened her lips, and lowered his face to her. Her erotic aroma was intoxicating, and his tongue slid up her slit, tasting her for the first time. The first taste was out of this world. His tongue slid deeper into her, moving in and out slowly, sucking her wetness. He lifted his head and let. .. can’t see, but I smell you... I like your smell”“Same here, covered up, but it’s the black sexy cover up, you know the type that rides in the ass crack. When ever she wears something like this, there is a chance for action.”“Same here, I also have a string riding up my ass... How are the two sisters?”“Oh, they are happy, they are free, and according to them they can see through some sheer fabric.”“I guess that’s why Mr. Brain is sending some signals down here to wake me up. Any thing new?.