I recall his undoing my top buttons, exposing my rather flimsy little bra beneath which he gently thrust his hand. I only have small breasts but the f...eling as his hand slid across my nipples was one of extreme pleasure. I knew some formative moans were issuing from between my lips. His very inexperience and unfamiliarity with the territory were simply adding to my arousal, hopefully also – his own. My lips sought his and my arm pulled him closer.“Should I take my dress off for you?” I offered.. "Kaitlyn?" He calls out. I stay silent and creep out of the room then sprint to my room and jump into bed, pretending to be asleep. After about seven minutes I feel him sit on the edge of my bed and I am surrounded by the soft scent of soap and aftershave and I can immediately tell that he's only in his boxers. "Kaitlyn, I know you are awake. And I know what you were doing. I just want you to know that it's okay. You're not in trouble." He says. "You're not mad?" I open my eyes and look at him,. "Gosh, Rachel," Jenny said, her eyes wide. "What am I gonna do?"The old men, Plaid Shirt, laughed. "You ain't gonna curse, like you did to that poor lady outside," a third elder, this one in a hat with an eagle feather, said. "It ain't ladylike." He chuckled at his own joke. "You all still know who you were, but you'll only call yourselves -- and each other -- by your new names." For how long?" Paul asked, stepping forward.The tall elder -- Paul thought of him as "Plaid Shirt" -- smiled. "Well,. Stephanie slowly removes her blazer and begins to unbutton her shirt, she gives Peter a little strip tease as she slowly pops every button going down her shirt. Stephanie opens her shirt to reveal a black lace front bra and she pulls her arms out of the sleeves and tosses her shirt over Peter’s face. Stephanie unzips her skirt from the back and slowly slides it over her round juicy ass to reveal a black lace front thong, she bends over as she pulls her skirt down to her ankles. Peter slaps.