I was grateful as I didn’t want to be anyone’s late night floor show. I had eased up a lot the past week or so, but was not ready to embark on a n...ight of voyeurism. We sat down on the edge of the jetty. He placed his arm around my shoulders and I leaned against him, watching the water lap against our feet. It was nice and cool against my warm skin, the perfect antidote to what I was feeling in his presence. I placed my hand on his thigh. It was an instinctive action, suggestive without me. He turned the television on, and waited patiently for her.Gracie dashed into the guest bathroom, and changed into a new teal nightgown after she put the baby in his crib. She walked into their room, Jason was laying on the bed in his boxer briefs. She walked over and straddled his lap, and kissed him."You're so fucking hot right now. I've been waiting, hoping for this moment, all night," Jason said."Yeah, do you want me all night?" Gracie asked, kissing, and sucking on his neck."Yes, oh God, do. Beth had been helped into a green waist cincher. Her already trim waistline was compressed even further. Garter stockings and heels in matching colors completed the outfit. The green served to accentuate her flame red hair. Kristin had been dressed in all red garter belt, stockings and heels. Both girls were painfully aware of how their newly shaven genitals were prominently displayed by their outfits. Charlotte had been insistent that their makeup must be perfect. Lucinda had been pressed into. "Did you know you taste like something I don't know what is? I don't mean your pussy, but ... yeah, your pussy ... but ... your skin and your mouth and even your breath. Everything you are. Everything you have. Maybe even everything you think and feel. It all lives in the air around your body like a nimbus. Like touching you means reaching through a layer of something you're made of before actually touching you." Da fuck is a nimbus?" It doesn't matter. More shit nobody knows what is. Maybe all.