Ron had a flair for fashion, he knew what he liked to see on a woman, or in this case, me. Both men allowed me to indulge my own fashion fetish, weari...g satin garments, which had a nice side-benefit of being a little flashy, which Tony was looking for, and Ron appreciated especially when he took me to his own parties on his arm. We’ll talk more about that later.So it was sheer panties and bras, or even some racy, lacey stuff. Thongs became the order of the day, too, and I had several pairs,. She smiled, and made a special point to take long awkward steps thereby causing the greatest displacement of the boy up and down in her arms. He was enjoying himself, and now she was too. They hardly noticed the locals passing them by, mostly fishermen going the opposite direction as they left the shore for the day, retreating swiftly to the cool comfort of their homes in a nearby hillside village, for lunch and a siesta. Well, Donna didn"t notice them, but these proud latin men certainly. Just as I could not adequately describe the sensations of viewing her pussy, it’s difficult to describe this situation too. Each time I try to write it down, all I can do is see them in my mind’s eye. But I’ll try.She sat upright, as if she were trying to practice good posture. She didn’t arch her chest, or anything like that. Her arms were straight down, but I couldn’t see if her hands were hanging, or her elbows were bent and her hands suspended beneath the table. I didn’t really care about. Rod and I didn’t hear anything from Brianna for two whole days after she left for the party.Then she texted me a photo of herself Her sweet face was all radiant, positively glowing, in that photo, as she slowly and joyously licked her way up the longest, thickest, and absolutely hardest dark chocolate-brown cock any woman could ever want.Another photo showed her feet up on this hot black stud’s muscular shoulders, as his beautiful brown cock barely touched the entrance to her eager, already.