An apology probably isn't necessary."He smiled. "I know. I'm such an ass." I love you, too, Rooney. You know, last night, I thought you were goingto k...ll yourself and that really scared me and made me cry. You know whyI cried."He laid his head on her shoulder and smiled. "Because you'd miss me?"She put her arm around his shoulders and gave him a shake. It had been along, emotional and emotionally intimate night and Beth felt closer toPaul, right now, than she did to her own boyfriend. It was. But I gently slid one foot sideways across the floor of the wardrobe to spread my legs slightly, making access easier. I couldn’t help thinking that at any moment the seeker might come into the room, open the wardrobe, and spoil everything. I so didn’t want that to happen. Then, at last, I felt a finger probe further between the folds of my labia and (ah yes) slip up inside me. I gasped as I felt it moving gently, pressing against the soft spongy moist walls of my tight vaginal passage. Then a. Nevertheless, the next morning they insisted and Jeff found wanderingwith them into the nearby Frederick’s of Hollywood store, feelingterribly out of place and certain that his face was crimson, as the twowoman held up sexy undies for him to pass judgement on.They were having a good time already, and the sales girls had begun toget into the swing of their laughter at Jeff’s discomfort.“We have to start with a good foundation, Isabel, how about this bra forstarters? It’s. I then put the panties in front of her.She stepped in them and I pulled them up her legs and around her waist. Iinstinctively knew what was required. "Stand in front of me facingsideways and bendover." I did as she said, feeling the skirt hugging thecontours of my bottom. She took a hairbrush and whacked my bottom hard. Isquealed like a girl. "You bring pantyhose with underwear!" sheexclaimed. I tottered over and brought back some sheer black pantyhose. Irolled them up as I had seen her do and.