He unrolled the sheer silk of her stocking tantalisingly slowly, down her thigh, over her knee and from her calf, unsheathed her left leg. Ainsley lea...ed back on her hands, her face tilted towards the ceiling as she enjoyed the sensation. She bit her lip to keep from crying out as he began his sensual assault on the opposite leg. Once his task was complete, she met his gaze. Travis deftly raised her butt with his big hands and took away the silk of her knickers. In the process he shuffled her. It was a pretty thought and it brought a smile to her lips. Turning toward the glass doors that led into the great room where even more people were enjoying champagne and caviar on gourmet crackers, her breath hitched when she saw Aidan’s form, tinged gold by the champagne, appear flanked by Jean-Philippe. She’d forgotten about him for one, long blissful moment. She settled the glass into the palm of her hand and watched as Jean led him toward the other end of the swimming pool. He seemed. So I crawled into bed with her and snuggled in, she was wearing her little pink panties with no bra covering her perfect 32 C cup tits. I always loved her tits, so perky and round, and her nipples were the perfect pink to match her panties. “Mmmmm,” She moaned as I pushed our naked bodies together, “ is it just you and me?” She asked. “Yes, he had to work” with that she rolled over to face me and kissed me with her soft pouty lips, our tongues intertwined as our breasts pushed together.I could. I told her everything. Well, I need to qualify that statement slightly. Uncle Albert’s name for his little project was a joke she would definitely not have appreciated, while Connie and Kylie featured only as ‘this girl I know’ and ‘this other girl’, and I was far too ashamed to admit how I had spent my lunch break, but otherwise I held nothing back. She followed the story carefully, at first with sympathy as I described Albert’s death, then with pleasure (she tried to disguise it but I knew.