Standing beside the bed, Liz quickly removed her own clothing. Helen watched her dreamily, still only half convinced that what was happening was real. But if it was an illusion, she was willing to embrace it ... now ... for this one time ... to see...
The beautiful brunette removed her dress, then her slip. She stood in a blue satin bra, blue briefs with a white lace trim, white garter straps, and long sleek sand-colored hose.
She reached behind her, opened the bra and shrugged its ribbons down her arms. Her titties swooped free. Their rosy, exquisitely formed n*****s were standing up and out.
As soon as she had rid herself of the bra, Liz quickly bent and ungartered a stocking. Her titties quivered and swooped more-hanging lush and ripe as fall fruit on a bough. She drew her clingy sto
