And I also knew that our first orgasm together would be swift and intense. It had to be. My cum was already boiling in me. I opened the car door for h...r and she slipped in. Her skirt rode high up her ample thighs. They were gorgeous. As I stood there, she looked at the bulge in my pants and ran her hands down my legs, close to my crotch but not touching it. The desire in her eyes told me how much she wanted to touch me. We drove back to her place. She sat next to me and played her fingers in my. “That’s the whole idea John. Flaunt the body. Show them what I’ve got. That’s what this dress was designed to do. I want everybody looking at me when I walk in that door” “Well darling, you don’t have to worry about that. If you walk in the door wearing this little thing, not only will every man be staring at you, but they will be beating a door down to get you out on the dance floor so they can get their hands on you.” John said. “Do you think so? You don’t mind, do you John? I know we talked. . never ... touch me ...with out my permission or invitation," she struggled to say."I promise," Mark said without hesitation. "I promise to never harmyou or the other mers or to allow harm to come to you through my owninaction, and I promise never to touch you unless you ask me to," Marksaid, holding her gaze in his.A tense moment passed as Homa wavered between anger and hope, screamingor crying. No one moved."Trixi, Binah," he said softly. "I make the same promises to you too. What Homa. ”I felt much cooler all of a sudden, and I looked down. I’d totally forgotten that I went commando in the summer, and I hastily reached down and tugged my trousers up to my waist. “Sorry, I forgot I don’t wear underwear.”Samantha laughed, a clear, lovely sound that I felt somewhere in my middle, and lowered her weapon. “I don’t, either, as I think you’ve seen by now.” She turned, replaced the pistol in her basket of mushrooms, and straightened up with the basket in hand. “Well, come on in,.