“Watch where you’re going gorgeous” he said with his hands on my hips stopping me from falling, I felt a little bit embarrassed because all I wa... wearing was a towel. He always called me beautiful or gorgeous but every time he said it, it would make me blush and send butterflies to my stomach.Leah was awake when I went back to the bathroom. We just looked at each other for a few seconds and then we carried on with what we were doing. I pulled out a sky blue thong and a matching bra from my. She taunted. I knew I could make you do that!” I reached out to her and pulled her down to me, kissing her as I held her. Teagan snuggled up against me and waited for me to recover. “I love you, baby.” I said. “I love you too, Mike” Teagan responded. We lay there together talking quietly. It didn’t take long for Teagan to become interested in getting me hard once again. She began stroking my cock and slowly, gently, scratching her sharp nails along the inside of my thighs. She began. Beyond his wildest dreams.She was on a beach with the sea behind her, slightly side on,wearing black bikini bottoms with ties at the hips and a wet whitetee shirt which clearly showed her firm pert young breasts with harderect nipples. She was kneeling, resting on her haunches with herhands on the sand, arms slightly behind her tanned body and thefingers flat on the sand. Her hair was pulled back behind her earsand was hanging down her back almost to her waist. It had evidentlybeen wet but has. Okay, no, THIS thing is the piece of sewing sorcery. It was a stygian shade of black, and the love and care that had been put into the design of the bloomers and petticoat… here on the dress itself reached a level of obsession. The garment was the perfect wedding of funeral dress and bridal gown; a marriage of somber severity and elegant exuberance, intertwined not seamlessly, but rather with every seam lovingly tailored to draw out and complement these details. The hem was a stunning flowery.