"Dress? What dress mom?" she asked."The pretty white one with the scoop neck that I love so much," she said. "It's hanging up in the laundry room, now...hurry up," her mother said.Olivia hadn't really thought about what she would wear to church today, she'd kinda had a lot on her plate over the last few days. She loved the dress her mother had picked out, it was pretty, light and very lady-like. She felt very grown up when she wore it. There was a problem though, she would need to wear a bra. Her eyes were closed. My eyes left her face and returned to her legs. As they swept down her body, my heart nearly jumped out of my chest. In the panic of her cramp, Sylvies dress was all bunched up at her waist. Her whole pantyhose-clad lower body from her belly button down was laying exposed to me on the nurses office cot. MmmmMm, Mr. Schuller, please dont stop, Sylvie purred. My hands, frozen at the vision before me began kneading her calf again. Her hose were sheer all the way up and she. Want to walk a bit ? Sure He leads away towards the wooded area I follow walking at his side Suddenly he stops This looks good He steps towards me reaches out and feels the bulge that is my cock I let out a sigh of pleasure You like that ? Yes is all I can say With quick and skilled hands he unbuckles me and pushes my jeand down again his hand touched the bulge of my cock Can I have a look ?I nod With a swift movement he exposes me my cock rises towards his hand and he takes hold of me gently. Her breasts blended into her neck with a flow that was like music. Her barely-cleft chin added a counter-point to her mouth, lips damp and slightly open as she breathed rapidly. Then her eyes--round, blue, soft and languid. For a long moment I stared with awe and wonder into those eyes and she returned my gaze, silently. She broke the silence with words. In almost a whisper she said, "Do I look like your dream?" No," I whispered back. "You look a hundred... no, a thousand times better than in.