”“Wearing. And how much will we be wearing to start out?”“Yeah, you’re right, not really very much. I’m thinking thigh high stockings, hig...h heels, a lace choker, maybe a long string of fake pearls that fall between your breasts. Maybe all white.”“Sounds interesting. So, I’m guessing the boutique will be an opportunity for exhibitionism?”“You know me too well, dear. Yes. Your mom should find it a real experience. So, Friday right after work pick up your mom and you can change here for shopping. They checked her and Vanessa for bites, but didn't take her gun away, just told her to be careful. One of the women was blonde and the tag on her chest read 'Air Force' instead of 'Army'. She pointed to the tree with the stockings hung from it. "Looks like you kids are all ready for Christmas tomorrow." She said with a hint of a drawl in her voice."Tomorrow? We thought it was today..." Tomorrow?" Vanessa echoed. "But Santa left us presents last night, why did he... ?"Valerie cut her off. "He. Mike, at about six feet tall and around 170 pounds had a well- toned body, probably from working in the woods. He had no excess flesh, except for what I saw hanging between his legs. His cock looked to be about six inches, semi-hard, and three fingers thick.He popped up right in front of my face and the current pushed him up against me. "Whoa." he said to me as my thirty-six inch C-cup tits cushioned the impact. I met him with open arms wrapping him in an innocent hug. His right hand cupped my. Spank my pussy. Hard Daddy! Spank me hard." Sharon was practically screaming at me. I jerked my fingers from her cunt. They came away dripping with her pussy juice.There was no hesitation this time. I raised my hand. All my slaps landed on the inside of her thighs. I smiled as I saw my fingers slap against the lips of her pussy. I aimed my hand so that the meat of my palm slapped her pussy. With each hit, Sharon jumped and moaned. "Harder Daddy! Hurt me Daddy! Love me Daddy! Now! Oh Daddy! Now!.