She released his shaft and touched the globs of c*m on her dress and t**s, using the fake girly voice, "Oh, dear, I have gone and ruined my nice dress with all this nasty c*m!" She looked up at him, and changed to the sultry seductress voice. "Why, whatever shall I do?" She laughed and stood up, and he laughed with her. He shrugged off his robe, and helped her with the zipper on her dress, and watched her, (admiring her, she thought) as she slipped it off her shoulders to a pool of fabric around her ankles. He stared at her body, drinking in the vision of her t**s, framed in her red bra, her hips adorned in garters, her legs sleek in black fishnet, and her smooth, naked p***y. She loved that no matter how many times she was naked in front of him, how many years he had seen her, every time
