I heard murmured giggles coming from the girls. When finished they each used a soft terrycloth towel to dry me, and two of them followed that with a s...eet smelling powder applied with soft sponges. They led me back to the bed where one girl managed to dress me. I was aroused the entire time, and it was impossible to hide it. The beautiful blonde vixen slid a pair of silk lace panties over my erection. She then pulled out two pieces of peach colored rubber, applied something to the edges, and. “Let’s see it.”She came out in a lavender, sequined tank top, over a jeans skirt with fringe on the hem, which only came to mid thigh. He’d picked purple cowboy boots, and a hat to match. She looked fabulous. The tank top clung to her breasts like skin, and her legs were superb.“I approve,” he said.“Of course you do,” she said. “You can probably see the freckles on my boobs, this thing is so tight. And if I bent over, you could see my panties!”“That’s why you aren’t supposed to wear panties. I felt that how I reacted made her feel this way. "I'm so sorry, Billy." She said. "There is nothing to be sorry about." I told her. I led her back to my bed. We sat down, and talked for a long while. "Why did you do that, RyRy?" I asked. "I don't know, I was just curious." She said. She was taking quick breaths, and sobbing a little. I felt so bad for how I reacted. I wasn't mad at Ry. I was startled out of my sleep. After that, when we would get changed for school, she would try to catch. Silently. And you held its paws, feeling the little pads. It licked the salty tears from your face. You cried and cried and cried and cried. Until you felt cleansed and tired and the weight had lifted from your shoulders. The little creature had lain almost still in your cradling arms. But now it squirmed and struggled and you giggled as you put it down. It promptly squatted on the hearth and made a puddle on the marble. You laughed and picked it up, holding it at a distance and running into.