Two or three cars slowed as they neared me, then continued on. I felt naked. And of course I nearly was. They would see mostly skin, long legs bare to... just below my pussy, bare arms and shoulders to just above my breasts, my nipples hard with fright and excitement poking through the blatant red dress. A horn honked. Instinctively I took a step back, away from the curb and glanced around, trying to orient myself, to take in my surroundings. Pedestrians stared at me. Down at the corner, four. "No, not with the special underwear I plan for her," Samuel grinned.His attention returned to the pretty cunt in front of him and, using the skill gleaned from masturbating dozens of young girls, he began a gentle massage of her pubis that pulled gently on the hood, moving it against the tender morsel it protected.Marsha's crying slowly ebbed as the new feelings in her loins grew along with her clitoris. She hid her face in Jasmine's bosom, hiding her blushes from the men as they concentrated. It was made of lace and had inch "O" rings running down her torso from her cleavage to her navel, exposing her soft skin. The skirt had a handkerchief pattern ended about 6 inches over her knees making this one of the most seductive outfits she had.She debated wearing any underwear and determined that a bra would be pointless. She though about the panties and then recalling her plan, decided against it. Making sure that Maahir was still in the shower, she laid the dress on the bed and then. I want to hear every detail.” I pause, closing my eyes, my nose pressing softly against her smoothly shaved mound, my mouth brushing her pussy, the stirrings of euphoria tingling deep inside of me as I kiss her clit, my mouth fitting perfectly around it as I give it a gentle flick with the tip of my tongue. I am rewarded with a delightful shiver that tickles my lip at which I feel a moment of pride and smile nervously as she places her hand on my head and pushes me away. “You’re stalling.” I.