”I smiled at her, she smiled at me. We sat there for a while and just looked at each other. I still had a hold of her hand. I would occasionally squ...eeze it, or allow a finger to rub against one of hers. “Let's go to my room,” Kyra said, breaking our silence. As soon as she said it, she released my hand and stood up. She walked towards the staircase, so I rose and quickly caught up with her. I watched her bottom as she climbed the stairs. Her bright green panties shone bright through her white. "I calmly replied, "I am not going to pressure you to do anything you don't want to do. But, I'll bet you will enjoy having a stud strip naked in front of you. Whatever happens is totally up to you."Kathy was pissed but also intrigued that I had actually hired a stripper. We drove to the house in silence. It was around 8:30 when we got home, and Kathy immediately demanded, "Make me a drink. Vodka on the rocks. If I'm going to see a stud strip naked, I want some help to loosen up."She. The smell of hot, fresh little cunts assails my nostrils as I weave unseen between their feet, occasionally stopping beneath a girl if she takes my fancy, panties of every description cling seductively to sweet young cunts, caressing them, absorbing their moisture.I prefer the sheer ones, that display sweaty little sex lips through the gauzy material, or the tiny g-strings pulled up tightly into hairless young slits and snuggling comfortably between their delicious little ass cheeks.Some wear. She remembered Bill’s concerned eyes. What did he say? ‘Are you all right, Honey,’ he’d asked, with an easy sincerity. Her body tingled, recalling the moment. ‘What does he think of me’ she wondered, ‘after using him to make such a suggestive point about not caring what color skin a man has?’ The aroma of sizzling bacon filtered in under the bedroom door. A rumble from her stomach reminded her it hadn’t been fed. She lay inhaling the soothing smell, until a soft knock on the door startled her. .