She stood up then reached behind her to unzip her dress, all the while looking into my eyes. As she removed her dress, I stood and started removing my...clothing. Although I had never been unclothed with a woman before, especially in broad daylight, this was so natural and right. She removed her bra (and thank God that she did, I was always a fumble fingers with those damnable little hooks that hold them in place) and revealed to me the most beautiful pair of breasts that I had ever seen. Upright. ” My mouth dropped open. My breathing was laboured. I knew I was tipsy from the whiskey and that probably stopped me objecting. Still, I was in the company of a beautiful woman who told me to get undressed. What the heck?” I thought. Cindy took my glass and went to fill it up again. I stood up and quickly undid the buttons of my shirt. I slipped the shirt down my arms and threw it over a chair. I undid my trousers and pushed them down, catching my pants on the way. I stepped out of both and. It was in a very light fabric and she was pleased that, as she walked to their lunch venue, the light breeze had flicked up her hem nicely a couple of times. Not quite to no-knickers point, but close enough. She was also wearing charcoal thigh-high stay-ups. Em loved to feel sexy. Feeling sexy was enhanced this day by the presence beneath her dress of a very tiny but astonishingly effective push-up bra. It was black and lacy and like her dress absolutely unable to hide hardened, raised. I know it cannot be that the creatures are trying to say our names. They do not use our names, they make up other noises that they use instead of our names. They speak to Kitik as “Tow-bee” and to me as “Em-ill-lee.” I do not know why they use these noises; we are not nameless. They do right that they use two sounds for Kitik and three sounds for me, that is the proper way of names. But these are not our names.I think that both of these creatures may be male. They speak to each other as.