As a man of my word I wentpantyhose shopping in various shops so people did not ask questions.Carol had helpfully texted me that I would need "medium"...pantyhose.I got home and Carol said:"Now you are wearing panties and pantyhose why don't you go all the wayand wear this French Maid's outfit?"She was holding it up for me to see."Uh...Oh...Hmm..." I see you are confused...Why don't you put the cover on the parrot cagetonight and we will talk this over."I went down to put the cover on the cage. It sounded like footsteps. "Who goes there?" I asked quietly. There was silence. "Who is there?" I inquired. I walked for a moment and suddenly came face to face with a handsome, youthful man dressed in only a couple of fig leaves and a vine. He was carrying a few coconuts and seemed quite startled as I approached. "I'm sorry." I said as he suddenly drew back, "You must be Adam." The young man looked me over cautiously for a minute. His gaze was intense at first as he sized me up. After a few. By now we'd had several afternoons where Lee and I had been fooling around, nothing too heavy, out by the pool, and Julie had been around for some of the time, but not a lot.On those few occasions where we'd been skinnydipping, we were careful to put our suits back on before sunning ourselves. As for Julie, not once did she join us, although I could tell from the sidelong looks she gave us from time to time that she was interested.It was still her lead. I know that, I keep repeating it, but I. He turned me over onto the bed, had me roll over on my hands and knees and began fucking me from behind like an animal. I look back at him with a big grin and tell him how much I love it. "Oh your so deep, I love it doggie, oh yes give it to me, give it all to me!" If he had 3 or 4 more inches and a little thicker he would be good, poor guy he was no bigger than some of the guys in my high school class, if he only knew. Than he was pulling on my long jet black hair like it was.