Given that I had long fantasised about what Anna looked like undressed - her tits looking gorgeous whenever I used to get a chance to look down her bl...use as she served coffee or up towards her fantastic full fleshy inner thighs as I peered up her skirt as she sat opposite me on the sofa, I was immediately aroused by the prospect of fucking her for real. I've been unable to think about anything else for the last week, but to my surprise, I was also strangely excited by the thought of watching. Gordo saw that she was wearing a lavender bra that was almost transparent except for some swirling lace that seemed to hide her nipples. She shrugged the dress off her shoulders and let it fall to the ground. She wore matching panties, almost transparent except for a small gusset that barely was wide enough to cover her pussy. The straps from the matching garter belt held up a pair of smoky gray stockings. Gordo hadn't seen -- hadn't cared what sort of shoes she had worn before. Now, as she. It was like he knew he was defeated; he’d lost the argument, the fight, and Florence.He stumbled forward and collapsed onto the bench I was sitting on, so I stood up, to get out of the way. He was mumbling about how he had nothing without Florence, and that it was all my fault.Then, all of a sudden, he came at me with the knife, so I had to shoot him, to defend myself. I don’t know what I was thinking afterwards, maybe I was trying to get away with it, even though I knew I did nothing wrong.. ”“Oh, yeah!” I answer. “The one with the little--”He puts his hand over my mouth and I kiss his fingers. “That’s OK, Harper, no need to go into details.”I giggle when he takes his hand away. “You look really cute in that set, Julia.”“Your things make me feel real good. Sort of sexy, you know?” I know. “Maybe it’s because your bra touches me, like not just on my nipples, especially when I’m putting it on, in places a t-shirt doesn’t. And the panties hold me differently from my boxers.”He’s quiet.