She giggled when I told her that I almost felt like a teenager again, saying that she’d missed out on that part and would I mind helping her catch u...p?She explained a little more on the drive home; her high school ‘boyfriend’ didn’t do the romantic part; except when they were working on his dick, he acted as if girls still had cooties, and in his version of masculinity, it wasn’t cool to show the slightest public affection – or even politeness – to a piece of ass you were nailing. I admitted. Her hands worked up and down my shaft, rubbing behind her tongues lead. I told her I was about to cum and pulled my cock out and came on her face and in her mouth. After she cleaned up, I smoked a joint with her and replayed what happened. She knew she had me&hellip,but thats what I wanted her to think. Before she left, she asked me if I was using my old cell phone. I actually did have a few weeks left of service on my old phone. I asked her what I would get out of it. With a slight grin, she. I mean, one had to know what covered that glorious bottom when my eyes were devouring it. Wow! All the colours under the sun, from white to black and every variation of the rainbow. It was almost a lingerie shop there were so many. Small and very skimpy, to the high hip and even the full brief. Bras to match, of course. Stockings, mostly black, and those opaque denier thighs I loved in black, blue, burgundy, and white. By now, I was hard. The hormones were overflowing as I skimmed through the. " Chrissy had called to make arrangements for appropriate dresses for her and the two maids of honor. Michelle pulled them out for us to examine.The dresses were identical in style. They had a low-cut neck line, and virtually no back. The dress gathered at the hips, then flared out to a short skirt. They were quite sexy for bridesmaids' dresses, but fairly modest compared to the brides' dresses. Predictably, Jill, as Becky's maid of honor, had a green dress, Cindy's was blue, and Chrissy's was.