Frankie turned to me. “Here’s the deal,” she began. Then Karen got up and sat next to me on the bed. Karen had just come home on her bike, wearing
shorts and a white halter-top. I held
my breath as I struggled out of my jeans and underwear, my cheeks burning
with embarrassment. You want to talk to him?” Not
bothering to reply, I scurried downstairs and out the door. “Ooooo…,” she moaned softly
and sensually. Frankie’s mom brought everything down to wash. She stopped before
I could cum and hastily pulled down her skirt. And when
he first had me wear his cousin Karen’s things, it was like coming home. Neither of them stopped rubbing themselves, and their moans were
muffled by their wet, passionate kisses. “Mmmmmm…”Micky groaned. Or I’ll tell your mom and dad.”
While I stood there scared, Frankie went to the closet, retrieved the
dress, then went to the dresser drawer and removed the lingerie.
