Sucking, licking and nibbling her tit flesh, she pulled my head closer to her face again and asked me to take her to my room. Luckily I had a side doo... into my room. I lifted her up and carried her all the way to my room, our bodies dripping wet, as I laid her onto the bed softly. My cock rock solid now, seeing her on her back in the dim light, I kissed down her tummy to her hips, slipped my fingers under her soaked panties and started peeling them off. Her tight young kitty was beautiful.. I decisively reached for the skirt and Matthew handed it to me. I stepped into it, pulled it up and did up the side zipper. It was snug, but fitted amazingly well.‘There! Perfect!’ he said, admiringly.I went back to the laundry basket and fished out a pair of knee-high white socks. I removed my own sports socks and put on the knee-highs. Then, finally I looked at the shoes by the basket. There were Louise’s black Mary Jane school shoes. Louise, it transpired, had big feet for a girl – size. The cups slipped forward and your breasts spilled out. She immediately began to hungrily suck and kiss and lick them. Her hands were busy feeling and massaging and fondling and playing with your breasts.I reached under your dress and caressed your legs and then moved up toward your stomach. My hands crept up your inner thighs and when I came close to your crotch, I felt you move your legs apart. My fingers reached between your legs and rubbed up against your pussy.My hands were soaked from the. "So are we all ready?" came the voice of July."Ready for what?" I whispered to Susan."I have no idea," responded Susan, "remember you were already here whenI first arrived." Ready for what?" I asked."Oh!" Stated July, "for those of you who do not know, tomorrowafternoon is the day of our yearly bra burning. We take off our brasand burn them as part of a ritual affirmation of who we are." But I like my bras." I said."We all like our bras," came the voice of another woman, "which is whywe either.