Trying to put some clothes on her. She refused every clothing from shirts to pants you tried to put on her. She refused to wear anything except the w...ite panties with a pink heart in middle of the crotch area. The panties fits perfectly on her even avoiding her tail. You assumed her race don't wear much clothing except in the crotch area. You found a medium sized black thong. "For Nakiti", you said as you hand it to Nyajih. She smiled at you and went to Nakiti with it in her hand. You also. (I was making sure to move as much as possible.) At the back of my wardrobe, I’d managed to find an insanely short skirt ... actually, I believe I may have bought it to use as a belt. Whatever the original intent, it really showed off the curves of my ass, and my pussy mound. It went really well with the platform shoes that I’d borrowed from Mom’s wardrobe - I don’t think she’d worn them for more than twenty years, but luckily for me, she never throws anything away.Marty gaped at the sight of. Actually it’s been the most incredible I’ve ever had in my life and I want to keep fucking you all weekend long”. “God I can’t believe I just said that! I’ve never talked this way to anyone, not even my ex and we were together for 27 years! You just bring out the naughty woman in me that’s been hiding all these years and I want to try stuff I’ve thought about for a long time but never had a willing partner.”I was watching her knowing that the punch line was coming and wondering what it was. I. “Do you want me to?” “Whatever makes you happy,” I answered. “Do it,” Gina said from behind my head, and the other women picked it up, a chorus of, “Do it! Do it! Do it!” Ever the good wife partner, I slid my hand slowly down my front, smiling at him, savoring the watchful eyes. My whole body lurched with relief when I touched my clitty. Several of the women and most of the men followed my fingers speeding back and forth, the rest intent on Jason’s busy hand. I saw that my husband was.