It is naturally wavy and kept styled long. Dressed only in a floor-length sheer gown that tied together below my breasts I moved comfortably through ...he house with a glass of wine. I step out onto the front porch feeling brazen knowing the light near the door would shine through the fabric of the gown but also knowing there was nobody outside that could see it. Not thinking there is an audience, though, doesn’t eliminate the feel of exhibitionism. Being outside, nearly naked, looking up at. “Yes, Sir, I only wear them on the most special occasions,” she explained. “So, you’ve had them for five years, since your cousin Matt took your virginity, if I remember the story correctly,” I said. “Yes, Master, your recollection is correct,” she answered, as I slipped the sacred blue panties slowly up her well-toned legs and over her tight ass, and into place. “What occasions are special enough to you, that you decide to wear them?” I inquired. She blushed, and looked down at the floor. “I. “And,” I said, “he just grabbed my hips and went to town.” “How long did you last?” Kristen asked, still looking at Brian. Kristen was amusing; she was clearly at least a little embarrassed listening to our graphic stories (though obviously she enjoyed them a great deal), but she still asked relatively explicit questions, despite her apparent embarrassment. “Probably two minutes,” he chuckled, looking at me for corroboration. I just nodded. “Pretty quick.” “Did you nut inside her?” Jordan. " Yeah, but you can't see a Broadway show that way." Broadway show?" In Peoria. We'll get a hotel room afterwards, and come back tomorrow or Sunday." For that, I'll get dressed up." She eyed his cock, and redoubled her efforts. A couple of minutes later Danny stopped washing his hair. His hands went to the back of her head, and he groaned as he emptied his balls down her throat. After that, of course, it was her turn. She shuddered through a climax courtesy of his experienced tongue, and.