We would drink the wine and play around and that was all.
My pantyman in hose illusions and my calm demeanor were shattered in the same instant when I heard Sandy say my name in a whisper from the pantyman in hose hallway.
As I looked over at her and Gena, I knew I pantyman in hose had indeed entered into new ground.
Gena was wearing a blue and black silk kimono style robe that reached mid thigh.
Under it she wore a black lace garter belt and stockings.
That was all.
No bra and no panties.
The robe was draped in such a way as to cover her nipples but I could see no straps or cups.
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There was even less ambiguity about the panties as I could clearly see the gentle curls and even from here could tell that she had trimmed the hair immediately around her pussy lips to so short a length she was almost bare.
Sandy wore a white lace sleeveless robe over a baby blue camisole and tap pants.
Her erect nipples were poking hard into the thin material of the halter style top.
Despite the daring of her dress and situation, the look on her face was shy and demure.
Confidant she may be, but it seemed she was also a bit nervous pantyman in hose about this.
That made two of us.
I had just managed to stop the little micro-shakes I had been feeling by concentrating on mundane details like the lighting and champagne, but now they were back and much stronger than pantyman in hose before.
It wasn’t that I didn’t want this to be happening.
Oh God did I want it!
No, it was more that I did not believe it could be happening, and I was afraid I was going to say or do something to prevent it.
