My hair is short enough that a blower will not take long for it to dry. I put on little eye makeup and a dab of color on my cheeks. My lipstick was da...bbed on, and then lips smeared the usual way. I put on the thong. I looked in the mirror, and it barely covered my slit. My white mound was showing over the top of it. God, it did look sexy. My blouse buttoned to the top, and I slipped on the white skirt. I put on my ankle bracelet, followed by my sandals. I did look different, and I hope I looked. Shirley paused to taste her cooking for salt, and then bent over to reach inside the dishwasher for a plate when the kitchen’s rear door opened. She knew it had to be Jamal; the man had adopted the habit of sneaking up on her through the kitchen’s back door whenever she was cooking or doing some other chores in there. Jamal paused to drink in the cock provoking view that greeted him as he sneaked into the kitchen; he knew of course that Shirley was only pretending to be oblivious to his. "I want to watch," I said, my voice deepening with my desire."You want to see me taste your cock?" Heather said, her lips bright pink in the morning light. I nodded frantically to Heather's amusement, but she obliged me by turning her body around so I had a clear view of all the proceedings.She was as naked as I was, the evidence of the previous night's activities still evident around her thighs and I realized I was certainly going to enjoy washing her body in the shower later this morning. My. Anal and vaginal. I didn’t manage to stay ... entirely pure, if you know what I mean,” Susie confessed as she dropped her towel and pulled Kirk in for a steamy kiss.“You’ve been very lonely, haven’t you?” Kirk said, just before gunshots rang out.Both of them rushed out of the tour bus, Susie still naked, to see a small party of men in khaki uniforms move toward them in a hurry. Nobody knew what they wanted, at least until the group started shouting “Cunts!” and rushing even harder at them. When.