"Nice picture too." Diana held the magazine open so I could see myself in that red dress I'd worn to the White House."They cut Josh off," I frowned."Y...ah, they're bastards," she chuckled and narrowed her eyes at the photo. "What do you wear under a dress like that?" Nothing," I laughed."Yeah?" She raised her eyebrows. "I'd be scared shitless to meet the President with no underwear on."Diana sighed and she was an attractive woman of a certain type, masculine and well, butch is a word that comes. Aunt Sandy said it hardly seemed worth cooking up a whole meal just for the two of us and wondered if I'd think she was too lazy if she just ordered out for pizza. I said it was fine.Later that evening, over slices of pepperoni and sausage, I told Aunt Sandy that I really appreciated her helping us out. She made a joke out of it, saying that it didn't take much effort to dial a phone for pizza, but I could see she really appreciated my saying it. It seems crazy now, but I think that was the. Jennifer stepped out of those little panties then picked them up and put them into the bag with the skirt in it. As she was leaning into the car she purposefully spread her legs wide apart to give the morning air clear passage to move in and about her exposed ass and vagina. The feeling was just wonderful.Anyone passing by at close range would have seen a lovely blonde haired pussy and brown butt hole presenting themselves to the world. They would have also seen quite a lovely vaginal cleft. Lopez’s house and we sat down on the couch in the living room. “Would you like a drink or something?” “No, that’s okay.” “You look very pretty today, Molly.” “Thank you, sir.” “Molly, please call me Eric. There’s no reason to be so formal.” “Okay, Eric. I really want to thank you for helping me out of the jam yesterday. I’ve been thinking all night for a suitable way to make this up to you.” “What did you come up with?” “I’ve been attracted to you for a really long time. I thought maybe.