When she was facing away from her friend, she breathed deeply and declared, “I don’t think it will even keep my bottom covered. Check it out.” She bent suddenly over, and the hem of the dress flipped up over her round, bare cheeks, exposing herself to her friend. Elsie’s eyes went wide. “Holy shit.” She was stunned by her friend’s sudden daringness and stared at the display. She was long familiar with Brie’s naked body, but today, something seemed different. Her pussy lips were puffy and rosy, and they had a slight sheen of moisture in the harsh light of the dressing room. Brie, herself, was a little unsure of what she japanese was doing. She felt simultaneously more free and quite out of control. It frightened her, but she liked it. A bead of fluid formed at the top of her crevice and rolled down her slit, eventually dotting onto the floor. She could see her friend’s expression via the mirror on the back wall of the dressing room, and noted Elsie’s curious fascination. This caused her insides to oil up even more, yet her throat was parched. “Is this what my mom showed you?” she asked huskily. After a moment, Elsie spoke, hushed, “Well yes… and no.” Brie fought back for control of herself and turned around and sat down, bare-ass on the wooden bench. She cumshot pulled the shirtdress’s hem down over her crotch, hiding her slit. Feeling some amount of embarrassment washing over her, she sat in awkward silence. Elsie began to understand the rumors she heard in school the day before. Brie seemed momentarily like she wasn’t cognizant of the real world. Elsie was partly concerned, but felt incredibly curious about the whole scenario. She finally broke the tensions with a warm smile. Clearing her throat, she teased, “Nice underpants, Brie.” Brie was thankful for the joke. She licked her tingly lips and put her head in her hands, “I knowww, I’m not supposed to wear them anymore. They can… set me off I guess. I just want to wear cute panties again, like you have!” “Don’t worry about it, kid.” Elsie sat down next to her Brunette friend and rubbed her shoulders gently. Brie cooed at the personal attention. She was feeling a great deal asian of affection toward her friend, despite the self-imposed humiliation. “I do love me some cute panties,” Elsie continued, “but a close second is not wearing any underwear at all! I think that’s why my mom kicks me and my sister out of the house on Saturdays, just so we’ll have to get dressed! At least you’ve got a good medical excuse.” She changed the subject, “So, the dress is too small. That’s easy to fix. I’ll just go grab you the next party size up.” Brie cuddled inside of her friend, feeling infatuated with her attention. “Eh, it doesn’t matter. I can’t buy it, anyway.” Elsie grabbed the tag and turned it over in her fingers. But I ordered a third one anyway, put aside the japanese images and cumshot the thoughts temporarily, and Brunette began to wonder. It didn’t take long for him to make me cum and squirt. And thank you!” Ashley smiled. Though she was a busty woman, my tits were not nearly as big. We fucked again that party evening. She said with a smile. The woman was clearly enjoying it despite her earlier reluctance and Craig leant forward for a close look. Not bad . . asian . We kissed for a while while I squeezed her tits and rubbed her pussy. She was still a beautiful woman in her late thirties, her black hair spilling down her face.