Within moments I shall have her. Is she a virgin? Will she bleed when I shove my cock inside her? Will she cry or scream? Im fucking hard enough as it... is. I cant take it. Id been stalking her silently for months. I knew where she lived. When she was at home. When her parents went out. I knew everything. I even had her cell phone number. I followed behind her in my van. I finally gathered the courage to speak to her. Hey. I said. I felt like an idiot. Did I really have the balls to go through. A month ago if I had elected to sit on the grass I wouldhave sank down, leaned against the trunk and my legs would have beenspread in front of me, probably in a wide V or bent with my arms restingon my knees, comfortable but not ladylike in a free swinging skirt andmy action had been natural not carefully thought out as it had been onthat first day I had worn a skirt and come to the beach with Will.There was nothing special about it until I considered the time spanbetween the two actions, just. “I didn’t know they made legs that long or that perfect,” he said in wonderment.I didn’t wait for him to take off my bra. Instead, I twisted my hands behind my back and unclipped it with practiced ease. I shrugged it off my shoulders and let it slip down my arms to the floor. Joey gaped at my girls for a few seconds then dropped to his knees and yanked my thong off my hips and quickly dragged the miniscule and very damp patch of fabric down my legs. I was smooth shaven down there. Because I had. They started selecting impossibly short, incredibly sheer clothing for both of us. It was all too high quality and too stylish to be called slutty. But it was the most revealing clothing I've ever seen and trying it on and removing it in front of a mixed audience of close to two dozen strangers didn't help. I was horrified at being put on exhibition this way. And yet I couldn't ignore the obvious signs of arousal I detected in my body.The last two items of outer clothing they selected were two.