So get dressed." She tossed some... stuff? at me. Frills, straps, lace. WTF? I pull one of the items up by the strap. Garter belt. The lace next.... Another corset. OK, dress like her, but different material. I step into the garter belt and clip one of the straps to the top of my thigh high and reach for the next. Thwack. I have to take a knee. The clip on the garter belt slipped off the thigh high rocketing upward finding the bulge of my dick. I've got tears in my eyes and looking up. He guessed a bicycle. He stopped rocking. He waited and he listened for the whirl of the wheels to pass, but he heard a skid. He heard the crash of the bicycle landing against the earth. Footsteps landed on his steps. He heard them."Go away," the old man said."I will not go away," a girl's voice said. "I came here to talk with you."He opened his eyes. She looked down at him. The sun had burned her to a deep brown and bleached her hair to a mix of dark and light. Her hair came to her shoulders.. "Good, do you happen to know a quiet park nearby?" I asked."Sure, there is one not too far away," Morris informed me."Maybe we should go there to have this talk?" I asked that since the bags were coming down the shoot and onto the carousal.Twenty minutes later we pulled into a green area that surrounded a parking lot. It was a very under developed park. by American standards. Alex and I sat on a bench, while Morris and Gwen sat on a bench as well, but a good distance from us. The limo driver. His finger stroking my slit through my shorts the whole time. ‘One of us is way to clothed here baby,’ he whispered and I took the hint. I slid my shirt off, revealing my 36c tits, since I wasn’t wearing a bra, and then I awkwardly slid my shorts off, which showed him my glistening pussy, since I had no underwear on either. ‘You are gorgeous,’ Kasey said as he stared into my eyes, his hands running up and down my sides, around the edges of my breasts. He then began to cup and knead my breasts.