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The multiple orgasms had given Mollie an inner glow. Gone was the blandness that had habitually formed Mollie’s facial expressions, and she giggled and laughed with her lover. They wandered from boutique to boutique and mall to mall. Before Mollie realized it, she had a complete new wardrobe, while her husband’s Visa card acquired some hefty new balances. The androgynous gray-blue dress had been left at the first boutique, replaced by a designer white skirt, fitting her perfectly. High-waisted, it accentuated her hips and flared to discretely display far more of her naked thighs than Mollie ever group sex remembered showing, even as a teenager. Misty had drawn the line at Mollie wearing any underwear at all, so Mollie felt very naughty indeed – happily so. A blue tank top of soft Irish wool bared her milky midriff and hinted she had exquisite unfettered breasts that undulated freely as she walked. Her darkened puffed-up nipples poked unabashed through the expensive weave. The top also highlighted the beauty of her collarbones and neck while accentuating the flatness of her belly for the very first time. Other stores added more blouses, designer jeans and shorts, skirts and erotic sleepwear. A hair salon softened and curled and shaped her normally bland hairstyle. Finally, a plucking and shaping of her brows totally reversed her earlier façade; her face took on an elfin look. At a designer cosmetic counter, a cosmetician brought out the beauty of her eyes with subtle eye shadow. She then showed Mollie how to apply simple tones to enhance her natural beauty. Luscious pink gloss was liberally applied to her kissable lips. A final appointment at a very expensive beauty salon removed Mollie’s pubic hair and lasered it away permanently, leaving her pussy totally bare and reminiscently prepubescent. The beautician didn’t even raise an exquisite eyebrow when Mollie demanded that Misty stay watching the entire procedure. Multiple orgasms and shopping had made them both hungry. The girls deposited themselves and a pile of shopping bags at a table for six at one the mall’s steakhouse style restaurants. Mollie wanted a burger and fries. The server shook her head at the mad women but took the order for 4 burgers with fries. She did ask for proof of age before she’d serve a glass of red wine to the now waiflike Mollie. She was about to turn away when the statuesque Misty pointed out that so far she’d only taken Mollie’s order. The server’s eyes bulged a little, realizing that Mollie planned to eat all 4 burgers herself. Misty ordered a garden salad with a diet Sprite. The afternoon ended with ice cream and extremely intimate kisses and not so innocent fumbling that embarrassed everyone except the two lovers. Several times Mollie reached under her own skirt as well as Misty’s, indian feeling and marveling at how smooth both their pussies were now! Mollie was truly reveling in her femininity for the first time in her life! The drive home in Misty’s still new Genesis G70 was quiet and reflective. Once again they were met in the apartment by Roo. Misty squatted, patting and petting her dog, whose tail was wagging so fast that it almost blurred. She grabbed his leash and the pair took him for a walk to the nearby park. Misty slipped him from his leash, and for the next twenty minutes Roo got rid of his excess energy. With her dog taken care of, Misty suggested takeout. Mollie pulled out her cellphone and called a ‘Skip the dishes’ service, and by the time they reached the apartment and were sipping a Californian Chardonnay, a courier was buzzing from the lobby. Later, the TV in the bedroom was totally ignored. Misty made love to Mollie. She enjoyed the new softness and look that had emerged in Mollie after her dowdiness had been stripped away. I enjoyed it. As Sam liked to put it, fuck history lessons. What a dilemma. I repeated the instruction a few times then once again brought her out of hypnosis. Julie could feel the warmth of her grandma's orgasm indian contract and pulsate around her tongue. Just when Lyden decided that she wasn’t going to answer, she spoke. It was a convincing spatter of drowsy adjustment... or maybe she’s only just now become aware of the game I’ve been playing and doesn’t like it! She’s sweating hard and my hands glide easily across her skin. That amount of pre-cum takes awhile. "That's pretty cool he's going to start working out though," Tiff remarked. Men groaned and screamed around me. The bards fled, leaving behind their dead or dying companions. The combination of food and sex then kept him rooted to the group sex property. He listened to her loud erotic moans while jerking himself and watched with fascination as his son pulled his cock out of his daughter and started jerking it while Bea took over the rubbing of her clit. The Drive-in. “Yes, honey, me, too!” groaned my mother, her pussy squeezing hot and silkily about my dick.