I had not been paying attention but I didn't think there were many people up there with me at 10 A.M. on a Sunday morning.Then there was the scent of ...jasmine and a rush slid up my spine. Molly? I glanced out through the very limited field of view outside the cubicle door and saw no one, the scent of jasmine seemed to have disappeared. Or perhaps my nose had just become accustomed to it.I never saw the hand that grabbed my ankle from the adjoining cubicle, but the laughing "Gotcha!" ended any. And then the last piece of jewelry left on her was her ankles. So I just sat down and took her left leg in my lap and very lovingly removed her payal and then did the same to her right leg. I was kissing every part of her body from where the jewellery was removed I sat down at the edge of the bed and separated my thighs and made her stand between my thighs in such a manner that her belly was just in front of my eyes. I did not even switch off the light because I wanted to visualize every part. I contemplated the idea of actually getting the thing, despite the price. It was obviously a party dress, short, tight, and revealing. I tried to imagine myself actually wearing it to a party. If not to a party, then when? Just for Dan?Some women might spend that much on an outfit just to spice up things with their husband, but I couldn't see it. It was obviously a quality dress. And besides, it wasn't my style. I noticed Jen staring at my image in the mirror with me and tried to read her. Okay, I’ll admit it. I took a long, hard look at his cock. Guys do that, you know, whether they admit it or not. I’d seen more than a few in the locker room. Grandpa’s cock looked like a telephone pole sticking out of a briar patch, if you know what I mean.Grandpa slipped in to stand by Mom. He dragged one finger across her erect, dusky pink nipple. She shivered all over and her eyes popped open. She giggled and wrapped her fingers around his cock which dangled in her face.“Oh, Karl, is this.