He shot a mischievous glance at the daring skirt she was presently stretching out of shape. At this angle he couldn't get a peek at anything scandalou..., but was reasonably sure the gentlemen to the right of her could get quite the show. He giggled a little thinking back on how he had talked her into not wearing panties, and how grateful he was now that she had chickened out at the last minute. Remembering earlier. “What if I get pulled aside in customs??” She spoke, honestly nervous.. Dead silence, Karen quietly whispered to Chris “karen who?” Chris called out as he walked towards his mothers open door, Karen who? As they approached his mothers door they both heard her burst into tears blubbering “oh god no” Chris walked into the room with Karen in tow right behind, the blindfold was securely in place. Jan was still naked and spread eagled with an obvious puddle of cum soaking into the bed sheets between her lewdly exposed slit with labia lips hanging obscenely open.Jan. "I'm feeling a little overdressed" he says as he pulls off his boots and socks. She pulls his t-shirt over his head as he loses his jeans and pants. "Now don't you dare remove that sexy lingerie, not yet at least" he mumbles as he pulls her close again and nibbles her ear lobe.His hand wanders to her panties and he caresses her, tracing her length through the silky fabric. He kisses down her body until his unshaven cheek brushes against her crotch. He breathes in the warmth and his tongue. “Hi, Dillon,” she said, when she opened the door. Her faced shriveled into a sad prune. “He’s in the hospital.”She burst into tears. Dillon didn’t know what to say, but instinctively took her into his arms and hugged her. That was a first, but he held her tightly, felt the curves of her body hard against his. She hugged him back, put her head against his shoulder, and cried harder. He let her cry.When her tears subsided they went into the den. They sat on the couch, side by side. Katy explained.