Her thong went with the dress as it started down, but she reached down and grabbed it before it made it all the way over her hips. Nonetheless, the top inch of her landing strip appeared and Dave did not miss it. He stared at the exposed edge of her trimmed bush as her dress pooled around her ankles and she stepped out of it. He took a deep breath, inhaling the pungent scent of her dripping sex, before standing back up.

"Thank you," she whispered, kissing him again. They pressed against each other, now in their underwear, both unwilling to be the one to stop kissing. Jenny hadn't meant...