Why change what already looks great? I picked up my first bag and opened it. Inside was a sheer white bra, panty and garter set with white polka dots ...and a bright pink trim. It was so girly and made me feel so cute as I pulled them on, I fished from the bottom of the bag pink stockings, the same pink as the trim. I looked in the mirror, wow, I looked damn cute. I smiled that warm sensation started to build up between my legs.I stripped off and put the lingerie back in the bag, pulling the next. Charlene smiled seductively. “If I were to take the bra off, and I would like to, you sure it’d be okay?” As if I had to ask.Tommy choked. “Uh, you talking about right now?” Charlene nodded. “Well if you want,” Are you shitting? “you won’t get any objection from me.”Charlene again put her book on the arm of the chair, reached under the back of her tee and unsnapped the bra. The sleeves of the shirt had been cut off and the sides split down an inch or two. If this doesn’t give him a hard-on,. "Fuck me, baby," and took a deep breath in and exhaled a loud moan as I picked up my pace.I grabbed Jess by her hips and quickened up my pace. Her panting and moans drowned out the sizzling noise of the chicken cooking. But we both heard the slamming of keys on the counter followed by a stern, loud "AHEM."Michelle stood there with her arms crossed leaning most of her body over her right leg and tapping her left foot then rocking it back on the high heel of her shoe. She was wearing a white top. It made me think no one asked Tammy about Tammy. She was still plastered tightly against my side, her face close to mine, and lips very nearly touching. I felt her settle slightly as she thought about my questions, her arms came down slightly, from behind my head to around my shoulders."Looking back, I know now that Daddy was already sick by the time Cray came into my life. He never let on, never told me that he didn't have long to live. He just continued to be my father, my protector, my best.