‘Don’t you think so, Mario?’ The barman studied Emma’s creamy, corseted bosom, clasping his elbow and tapping his chin. ‘Magnifico!’ he de...clared at last, in his effeminate Italian sing-song tones, then set about mixing the drinks. ‘He’s gay, don’t worry,’ laughed Rebekah. ‘No need to look so affronted.’ ‘I should lighten up a bit, I suppose,’ said Emma. ‘The booze will help with that,’ counseled Rebekah with a wink. They took their seats at a little table, just in time for the show to begin.. I am so glad that we decided to go shopping in your store yesterday."Katy was staring into my eyes as we spoke. They say that the eyes show a reflection of the soul. I think Katy was looking for that and from her glazed expression I thought she may have found it. I knew she had a yearning for the close family relationship that she had lost after the death of her mother. I was beginning to feel more than friendship for this special young woman. My lust had always been directed towards young. Her fingers kept tracing shapes against her swollen clit as she teased herself."Fuck. Oh fuck!"She opened her legs a little wider, before unlatching her bra and slowly sliding the straps down the smooth skin of each shoulder. She let it fall away, as she wasted no time taking her underwear down to her ankles. She was fully exposed. Her wet pussy glistened in the light as she furiously manipulated her clit.Her body shivered in delight as she bit her lip and let out a soft moan. She licked her. "Kinda naughty, though, undressing like this in a _man's_bedroom and sleeping in his bed." Somehow, she felt a thrill to bedoing it.On an impulse, she changed her mind, undid her camisole and slipped itoff, tossing it up on the rack next to her corset. "Now I needsomething for a nightgown." She picked up Roscoe's shirt. "This'lldo." When she put her right arm into the sleeve, only the tips of herthree middle fingers could be seen. She giggled. "Hmmm, Roscoe's a bigman, isn't he?" She.