It was mind boggling how something so soft could be so strong and forceful. I melted from the powerful yet tender caress of his lips. The next thing...I knew, Robbie picked me up in his arms and carried me over to the rug by the fireplace. I wrapped my arms around his neck, kissing him with the fiery passion he had ignited in the sleigh. Looking in each other’s eyes, we smiled. I blushed a bit as he leaned me backward. As I lay upon my back, he leaned into me and passionately kissed me. . Dear string underwear- Thank you for being slightly 'fuller' in the front and back, and a thin string on the sides. You are comfortable and I like wearing you. Not as much as your sister g-string, but I still like and enjoy you. Dear hipsters- Thank you for allowing me to wear low-cut jeans. I like your style, we should hang out more often. I am sorry that I like blue cheese so much and now you are slowly getting tighter. In fact, not just blue cheese but all food. (That's another open letter). I wrap my hands around his cock and stroke him.We only kiss for a few minutes. I pull back and look him in the eyes. "I want you to fuck me. Fuck me Jason."He takes me to the bedroom and I unzip my skirt, wiggling out of it and then take my blouse off. I slide into the bed and he follows.He slides my panties off and lifts my legs up and over his shoulders. He starts on my ass, sliding his tongue over my tight little hole and then slides up past my balls and over my shaft. It sends shivers all. Nothing is left to the imagination. Nipples and pussy lips are clearly visible. My half-mast cock jerks to full stiffness in about three heartbeats. Both girls notice the movement in my loose shorts. “Very favorable reaction to this one,” Talia says with a delighted laugh. “This one combines seemingly total coverage with nearly total exposure,” Keela says. “You have the feeling of wearing a full bikini, while actually showing everything you’ve got!” With my boner throbbing away in my shorts, I.