I'll get them next to me and the boys." See you Saturday."Saturday came quickly. Phil dressed himself in a Leeds top and jeans, and called on Nicole. ...he answered the door dressed in jeans and a lacy white bra. Phil admired her boobs, as he always did when he saw them. They were full, round and a deep, rich tan colour. The way the colour of her skin contrasted with her milky white bra was a sight to make men go weak at the knees."Phil," she whined, "What do I wear?" You look just fine are you. I pushed her panties into the crack of her butt making it look like a thong and pushed her against me. Her supple butt cheeks were like jelly. She realized that I wanted this just as bad – she let go of me and started to rub her hands over my shorts. There was a very obvious bulge screaming for a release. I pushed her to the wall and lifted her, she wrapped her legs around me as I kissed her mouth, neck and pulled out one of her boobs.I tore her nightie in front and pulled both her perky little. Her left hand started to undo the buttons on her blouse, reaching inside she ran a finger over her hard nipples first one then the other, she unclipped the clasp on her bra and let her fingers push under the material of her bra, feeling her breasts, her fingers running up over her flesh until she started to rub her hard nipples, teasing them, gently pinching them between her fingers. She continued to rub her pussy as she did this, her fingers rubbing, with more and more urgency, along her. Outside, we haveapproval for everything you wear.”“Oh, goody!” I replied.Barry said, “You tops are all fine as you like showingoff your big breasts with low-cut tops. You won’t bewearing pants or panties or pantyhose anymore, though.We’ll donate what you’ve got to Goodwill or theSalvation Army. And bring all your skirts out to us.”I normally wear skirts above the knee as I know I havegood legs. My boys wanted them shorter. They cut all ofmy skirts.