After all, she had chosen her outfit expressly for being undressed and having sex with Strand. She had worn her sheerest, black stockings, her sexiest... silk pantalettes and she had daringly dispensed with both her chemise and camisole, and was wearing her corset next to her skin. The stunningly low cut, French gown had no extra material, as was the American fashion, to cover her breasts. Without the chemmy and camisole, they were tantalisingly on display, much more so than was normal in. A travel day, I was wearing jeans and a polo shirt, total Dad look. Emma had on a sun dress with a plunging back that plunged almost to her ass crack. When the wind blew the dress up tight against her skin, I could see she wasn’t wearing any underwear. Another day, another boner for me. We made some small talk about the event, but I was totally distracted because Emma was messing with me. She smiled sweetly at me each time I had to adjust my aching cock. The top of her dress fell loose. But this was to be just the two of us. He had made arrangements with his mother to keep the kids and we were going alone to dance, dine and gamble. He knew how I loved playing the slot machines.The day arrived, we landed in Vegas, a limo waiting to take us to the hotel. And the two room suite was fabulous. Everything was perfect.Our first night we took in a show, dined till we were absolutely stuffed, and I pulled on slot machines till my arms ached. It was great. The next day we slept, lounged. “And I’ll bet you have plenty of questions.”“I have a feeling you’ll answer all of my questions in due time,” he replied.“Then I have a question for you. Would you like to take my virginity?” When Tommy didn’t answer, but sat quietly, not knowing how to respond, Elizabeth continued, “I would have gladly given it to you when I was sixteen, but it didn’t work out. Now I’m offering it to you again.”The waiter set down their drinks and walked away.Elizabeth touched her glass to his before taking a.