Dear G-strings- I admit at first I hated you. I found you uncomfortable and annoying and I didn't understand you, but now I love you. I get it now, wh...y girls and guys love you. Not only are you comfortable once I get used to you, but you make my ass look great and give the illusion of not wearing underwear at all. Thank you for allowing me to wear tight jeans and leggings without the annoying panty-lines I would otherwise have. Dear see-through and sheer underwear- I don't wear you as often as. Jamie’s asking what we want to do.”“Why don’t we call the Bar Association?” Cindi asked. “I have quite a few contacts. If we put out the word, I suspect we can get some help.”“We can’t do that,” Julia said. “Jamie warned me about saying anything about this to anyone at this point. He gave me two options, which aren’t necessarily mutually exclusive. First, we could sue them. Second, we could try to have a local prosecutor bring charges against them.”“What does he think we should do?” Dave. Goody walked into the bedroom with John in hand. Dot turned her head towards them but did not stop sucking. "Hey Dot, that bed's big enough for all of us to be comfortable. How about it? Can we join you now?" asked Goody. They were down to their underwear by now. John was apologetic. "It wasn't my idea, buddy," he said. "She said Dot wouldn't mind, but if you're not game, I'll understand," never taking his eyes off Dot's performance. Group sex was new to John. But, he didn't. ‘It was but it was dangerous too. Give that towel over there,’ she giggled. Corky tossed her the towel and she wiped her body and then got dressed. Corky used the towel to wipe of his dick and then he got dressed also. They two of them returned to their chores of getting things ready for the trail ride. Cindy was actually pleased and excited by her husband’s behavior as it made her feel very young and desirable. Cindy would have to come up with something to surprise Corky in the future. ANOTHER.