She laughed loudly and clung to me, and finding no shirt clung to my chest. We looked into each others eyes. Could there be more to this swim in the s...a?"We should go." She said suddenly, and I understood.Gently letting her down, we both waded out of the water, completely drenched. Shweta's hair, earlier shampooed and conditioned and what not was wet and sexy, like the rest of her body, which was framed out thanks to her dress.We walked back to the restaurant where I signed my name for the. "You don't want to be my slut?" I enquired, my finger stopping deep inside her wet box.Her breathing was getting heavier and she pleaded, "Curtis, I can't. I have resisted for so long."Suddenly confused, I asked, very curious, "Resisted what for so long?" Being a slut," she moaned, as she moved her ass back and forth trying to fuck herself with my finger."But you fuck Miranda," I pointed out."Yes, but I am in charge in our relationship. She is my slut," my Mom explained.I pulled my finger. All three lit up as they viewed my enormous package. “So—which one of you fags is sucking the fresh meat”? They all started backing up against the wall, apologizing and all that shit, but I persisted with “You got 5 seconds to decide”. With that, the two bigger b o y s shoved the smaller one over to the middle of the floor. Smiling at him, I say “oh ya bois---he's pretty” with an evil grin. I grab him also by the throat, and knocking him again in the side of his face, just say “suck, bitch”.. .......Hours of lipstickpainting. I look down a moment and utterly adore how your seamednylon tops your suspender straps frame your nylon pantiesbeautifully precious baby. You're almost ready.................Molly:WOW! I am almost breathless on hearing your words!I grind and writhe beneath you, longing for you to inch your wayfurther and further up my long nylon stockinged legs so ourstockings can 'whipser' sweet rasps to each other. I long for thefeeling of your silky satin cami knickers next.