The black silk stockings and suspender belt drawing men’s eyes to that white soft band of exposed thigh. The tiny, tight g-string, bulged with the s...oftness of her shaved cunt. It was the usual, but it was an offering worthy of all the gods on earth. We looked in total disbelief, and each man would have traded his soul, and sold his family into slavery for the pleasure that her costume promised. Catherine began a slow dance with The Arranger. Within a few minutes she slipped her hands down to. She pressed her thighs together, remembering the feel of Brandi's huge muscle crushing her throbbing clit and making her cry out involuntarily with fierce ecstacy. A sharp tremor shook her whole body, and she had to look away from the TV screen so as not to arouse suspicion. God, if they see me looking at her like that, they'll know I want to fuck her! she thought.But no one noticed. She tried to laugh and joke with them and keep the corner of her eye on the TV at the same time. Brandi was part. If anyone were to catch me, I don't know how I'd explainit. Eventually, I grew tired of the fake boobs, realizing that was allthey were: fakes. Still, knowing that TG was currently impossible, Itried to find a way to make my breasts seem interesting again. I came tothe conclusion that I should wear them in a bra, and wear panties alongwith them. At first this idea seemed odd, and I wondered why I hadthought it, but soon began to realize how much of a good idea it was.I drove to the mall, an. Do you understand? Whoever wants your kiki (cunt) can have it, and will do whatever they please with it. You understand? Is that clear enough, Enri?"Rizalina squeezed onto the sofa, and my future wife seemed to be totally in a daze, not realizing that Rizalina had put her hand high up on her thigh. I watched her inching it upwards, ragging the skirt with her, until her fingers met the bare skin above Enri's stocking tops. Only now, with her skirt almost up to her hips and bare white flesh.