Carol had styled my hair just the way that her mother and fatherpreferred with it hanging down my back. Then, Barbara laid out myclothes. As I wrapped...the pink lace garter belt around my small waist, Iasked if I shouldn't be wearing pantyhose, since my "mother" was comingto visit. Carol informed me that it was her mother that had told herthat wearing garter belts was the way to turn on a man. As I pulled thesuntan tinted stockings up my legs and attached them to my garters, Irealized that there. It had been bright red when it first healed but now had faded to an angry brown under the sun of a lot of alien climes."It makes you look like a pirate, or a very bad man." No to the first, yes to the second. And you can touch it if you want to."That almost made her smile."Does that line ever work?" About fifty percent of the time." You must hang with some really stupid women. I think you'll be disappointed in here. The average IQ of our female customers is too high to fall for that." That's. I shake my head, and turn my attention to the drive ahead. Soon we are winding down the county roads, towards our destination, South Hampton. The wind flows through our hair, as the groan of the Mustang rumbles through our bones. I steal glances your way every chance I get and I notice something new with each one. First, you have on a white lace bra on. Second, I can tell this because your dress is somewhat transparent, when the light it just right. I happen to notice your right hand is no. And there certainly was. The following night, Jason and Liam came up to our room and fucked the crap out of my wife all over again. They joined us in the bar, and Shelley spent most of the time sat between them on a sofa, as they massaged her thighs and talked dirty to her – full of laddish confidence now they knew what she was really like.“We’re going to fuck your brains out tonight,” said Liam.“Yeah, and my cock’s itching for another piece of you,” added Jason. They didn’t even ask my.