“I don’t see any reason we need to dress this weekend,” she said. “Were you expecting company?” I looked at her. She turned toward me and th...en pirouetted. I certainly saw no reason for her to get dressed. She headed for the kitchen. I tossed my underwear onto the pile of clothes at the foot of the bed and went to use the bathroom. I washed things up so that I was clean when I went to the kitchen. When I found her there, she had an apron tied around her front so she wouldn’t get any delicate. When I protested, she explained she wanted something sweet and sexy to look at, peel off or tear to shreds, whichever her mood dictated.In the beginning, I wasn’t so sure about her choices, but in time I learned to appreciate the joys of wearing sexy lingerie. Apart from how feminine it made me feel, it had an unexpected bonus; Victoria wasn't the only one who got turned seeing me in raunchy underwear. The occasional boyfriend also got the chance to appreciate Victoria's choice."Go on, baby,". She let her muscles flex and bouncy.She gave me a little wink as she did it. With that she undid her Bra and slideout of her daisy duke and boots showing perfectly painted toe nails. She gaveit a little squeezer her b**st as she place a foot on her cock. She rubbed mewith her foot as she fingered herself through her wet panties. She laughed asshe knew I was about to cum. She stops her foot job just before it looked likeI was shooting my load."Not so fast" She saidHer foot was rubbing up and. "Tough break, but I don'tthink its proof enough," John said."What more proof is needed?" Fred asked already convinced of his originalconclusion."You mentioned how women are only catchers. Let's put that to the test.Get yourself a strap-on and convince her to fuck you," John suggested."What?" Steve asked stunned."Don't knock it until you try it," Mark said."I am not going to get fucked in the ass," Steve objected. "Had I let herfuck me in the ass the first time we had sex, I would be the girl.