”Jill found me a white silk blouse with cap sleeves and a silk belt/tie. On the hanger, it looked transparent. In the dressing room, I told her I wo...uld show it to my boyfriend wearing nothing under it. I stripped and slipped it on. We both agreed the top looked gorgeous. The silk belt/tie held it around my waist making a plunging neckline to my navel. When standing still my pussy was just barely covered. The tie dangled invitingly giving all who looked and excuse to look at (or at least toward). We lived in the commune until she was four, and I was nineteen. Frank decided we needed to be on our own once he graduated from Berkeley. Like your parents, we moved here in the early 70s because California had gotten too weird even for us flower children! I think you once mentioned that after the Watts riots, Charles Manson, and the earthquake in ‘71, your parents had enough. It was about the same time for us.”“What was living in the commune like?” I asked.“Better than being at home. I got. ‘Don’t think you’ll need those!’ I said. ‘I don’t need the trousers. I just need these!’ he grinned mischievously, and held up a pair of handcuffs. ‘Oh no!’ I said, and tried to dodge his open arms. He was too quick, and grabbed me. We fell onto my bed laughing, and within seconds he’d overpowered me, and I was lying on the bed, my arms spread above me. Holding them in place, Peter began to kiss me softly, moving to my neck and shoulders, before lowering his mouth to my breasts. His teeth. "And he's ours. Now Samson can live a little longer around you two!"The first thing that had to be done was to get Samson and Baron on friendly terms. As Bill started introducing the growling dogs to one another, Ellen got in on it. It was her pleasure to move up to the Great Dane and fondle his balls and cock-sheath as she purred into his ear."Good dog," she whispered. "Good boy. This is Samson. See Samson? This is Baron. Now be nice to one another."Cindy was still flat on her back where Ellen.