"Okay. Showtime?" Jan asked. Her nether assets ballooned the diaphanous pj pants. The long filmy sleeves on the top met around barely opaque breast circlets that loosely tied under the girl's pectoral thrust.
"I hope someone breaks a leg," her brother muttered. Above the door frame as they exited Mae West reclined in a florid honkey-tonk odalisque.
Mona shakily unhooked the wide black lace belt cinching her green pencil skirt. The outfit gave her hips the aspect of a bottle, one pleasingly full.
"The lass with the most undy veiling her dainty rear gets first licks," Susie proposed as her sob sister hesitated.
"Take them down," Gerry Vestry advised Judy. The freshman's fingers had frozen on the fasteners of baggy-seated candy-apple slacks. Eyes shut, she fumbled and yanked them far belo
