Misty didn’t hesitate to go into the private fitting room and remove her smiley face panties in favor of the supposed Magical Knickers with the litt...e cartoon eye right over her twat that winked and said, “No peeking, please!”Of course, the old man had a nice little spot for him to watch all the girls getting in and out of their clothes and he kept his hand down low working away on his almost hopeless cause of a proper erection at the excitement of spying on some fresh young female thing with a. I loved the sensuous sound her nylons madeas she crossed or uncrossed her knees. My Aunt was never reallycareless in her posture, but I was able, on a few occasions, to see upher displaced skirt to that dark zone of mysterious womanhood whichpeaked my youthful desires. I attempted all the conventionalstrategies to discover my Aunt naked or semi-dressed as most young boysbefore me have done, to their female family members, Often, I peekedthrough keyholes. Sometimes, I knelt outside her. Each of the five nodded, yes. “Good. Please keep it that way.”“Onyx serves to entertain the elite members of society. You five have been gifted with the opportunity to become full-fledged members of Onyx. Please note the selection process takes many years and Onyx moves at their own pace,” the statuesque blonde said from behind the large oak desk.“A member of our governing board has offered you five the opportunity to join our organization once you have become full members of society. We are. " I'm not nervous!" Helen insisted. "You are—and you're starting to make me nervous, too."Her answer was vintage Helen: denial and counterattack. George expected it and took it without offense. He silently congratulated his ability to accurately predict her. He wasn't nervous. It was true that he had reluctantly agreed to the ritual planned for that day. This kind of affair wasn't his cup of tea at all. He agreed, after a coordinated assault by Helen and their daughter, Katherine, that made his.