“I'm off-duty.”She looked far more feminine today. She had a light amount of makeup on, highlighting her cheeks, hiding those signs of ages. Her a...burn hair fell in full waves around her face. Her green eyes highlighted the freckles along her cheekbones I hadn't even noticed the day before. She wore a sleeveless, light-blue sundress. Standing beside her was a redheaded girl with a sullen look on her face. She looked twenty or twenty-one, a rebellious slut like my own daughter used to be.“This. “Ahh…such smoothness.” She giggled as she suddenly stopped, moving her hand to the waistband of my thongs. She suddenly yanked it up. “If you like your thongs so much, you should probably ensure that you never lose them.” She laughed wildly as I could feel the soft cotton push against my loose folds, wedging between them. I could feel the rear part of my panties enter the partition in my smooth cheeks and kiss against my pink pucker. As kinky it was, getting a wedgie in the middle of the. So though at first he was blushing like a schoolgirl with embarrassment,he soon realised that no-one was staring at him. They were just mother anddaughter, or perhaps aunt and niece, shopping amongst the most avant gardestores. There were plenty of gay bars in this street, but plenty ofstraight ones too, or at least ones not dominated by obviously single-sexcouples. They chose one and ordered a cocktail each. That relaxed him, buthe remembered to stay in r?le and not laugh out loud, but smile. When it was off and my tits were exposed, Jack said,“Nice, I always knew that you were hiding a nice rack.”“Those are beautiful Emily, I can easily see why those guys in Ibiza liked you.” Oliver added.When I dropped my skirt Jack said,“I told you that she didn’t wear knickers sometimes.”“And that she kept it shaved.” Oliver added.“How did you know that? Have you 2 been spying on me?”“No,” Jack said, “but you can be a little careless at times Emily.”I actually blushed, although I wasn’t feeling.