The idea sounded like a great one to Ernesto; his friends, however, weren’t as enthusiastic. “Whadda ya fucking crazy? It’s fucking hot as fuc.... What the fuck do I want to fucking go all the way to fucking Manhattan for a fucking game of fucking basketball to further sweat my big, hairy fucking balls off at 10 o’clock at fucking night? Are you fucking k**ding me?” Ernesto’s cousin Vinny had the vocabulary of a Soprano and the basketball skills of a third grade girl so there was no way in. She made a purring sound and then began to lick my juice off her fingers in the most seductive way. The expert movement of her tongue licking away made me wish she would rip my skirt to shreds right there and lick my cunt just like that. When she was done teasing me, she leaned over to my side and kissed me deeply and passionately. I melted in the heat of her kiss as I tasted my own juice in her mouth, it felt as though sharing the elixir of my lust with this special woman helped form a bond. He then added he had bought a new outfit for her to wear and he would bring it to her bedroom. He had excellent taste and had been choosing her wardrobe for some time. She had not given his slightly quizzical comments another thought as she had hurried off to prepare herself.After she had showered, done her hair and make-up, she checked her bedroom for her evening's apparel. A tiny black garter belt and a pair of sheer black silk stockings were laid out on her bed. Aligned on the floor was a. In this costume, she could have all the candy if she wanted it. White stockings went all the way up to her exposed thighs, accentuating her slender legs quite nicely. They stopped just a couple of inches below a short, red-and-green-checked plaid skirt, under which she had decided to forgo panties… if she bent over in front of someone, they would get a nice view of her tight, toned ass, and maybe a quick shot of her bald pussy as well. The top of the outfit was cut to expose maximum cleavage,.