The two guys danced for Marlene and in their clowning around began to strip as well. She laughed along with them and whistled and encouraged them. Soo... enough, the two were down to just their briefs.The music ended and the clothes were spread throughout the room. Rather than pick them up and get dressed they argued with Marlene that it wasn't fair that she was fully clothed while they were not. She argued back that under her one-piece dress she was only wearing a panty hose and had no. The first few were of her and a young dark haired stud talking. Though if you looked at it with a critical eye you would notice that the familiar way in which she was touching him spoke to this not being some casual lunch date. The second batch showed the illicit lovers down at some dive motel that was so passionate about its customer service that it offered rates by the hour. They hadn't even taken the time to clothes the flimsy blinds before locking lips. In later pictures clothes became. “I’d like that...” she whispers softly. “Me too,” says her brother under his breath. Nothing more is said on the topic as the two of them walk up the front driveway, both pairs of eyes flickering to the Blue Hyundai still sitting in the driveway. “Hey Mum, hey Dad, we’re home!” Harry calls out as the two of them step into the house, dumping their bags and shoes at the front door. “Oh, hey kids,” Tom says as he hurls a large worn suitcase down the stairs. “I was just heading off, hoped I’d catch. Your gift begins at 8:00 p.m.”That night at the stroke of 8:00, I told Neeta we were going out for a nice dinner. I told her to take a shower. When she stepped out, I dried her gorgeous body, gave her a robe, and told her to do her hair and makeup. We both had a glass of kingfisher beer as I watched her do her eyes and lips, much sexier than usual. Then I laid out some clothes that I had spent a few hours that afternoon picking out. First I had her put on black stockings with elastic garter.