Definitely worse, Karen replied in a quivering voice. So I pulled her shorts down to her ankles and she kicked them off. At this point, she had the ta...k top and a lacey red thong on. I paused at her ass and breathed deeply, smelling her wet pussy. I picked her up and carried her to the bed and sat her on the edge. Her feet didnt even reach the floor. I kicked off my flip-flops as Karen pushed my t-shirt up my chest, which I finished. While I dealt with the shirt, she pulled my sweat pants down. Professor Kingsley was always dressed exquisitely, no way was I showing up in sweatpants, even though that was normally my go-to outfit for after school studying.Standing only in my matching thong and bra, made of pink lace, I sifted through my closet. A skirt, a dress, jeans, leggings… so many possibilities. I decided that since we were meeting at his condo instead of public outing, a dress or skirt would make me appear desperate for his attention. Though, surely, it would be easier for him to. She was holding his suit. The material looked very expensive and he admired it even before he tried it on. "Now, let's get those clothes off so we can work with this suit," one of them said as they started to undress him. They did all the work as he was quickly stripped to his shorts. He was surprised, and a little disappointed, when they took the suit and started to dress him. When they were finished, they had him walk around as they watched his movements. The suit felt simply divine against. We sat down at the dining room table to eat. She had shed the robe and was seated in her black satin nightie. After eating I went around the table and lifted her out of her chair. I carried her to bed and laid her down before kissing her soft lips. I felt her lips part under my intrusive tongue. Our tongues danced and then she started sucking on my tongue. I reached down and slid the nightie off her shoulders and over her tits. I sucked lightly on the one nipple while gently pinching her other.