Debbie softly said,

I didn't answer.

"Nice. aren't they, Marilyn?"

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I didn't need to answer.

I went behind the car and slipped off my trunks. Then taking the lovely pink undergarment, I pulled it about my legs and into place. It was a perfect fit and I about died with exquisite sensation.

Returning to Debbie, I was greeted with an exclam- ation of laughter and praises of joy. "Oh, honey, they look just too sweet!" and "Don't you just love them, Marilyn?"

The fire had now been kindled and Debbie went about her plans with even greater zeal. Taking the matching satin bra, she had me turn around and then assisted in slipping it through my arms, about my shoulders and with the hooks in back. It was a secure feeling a sense of submission.

Debbie went for her purse and pulled out 2 silk head scarfs. "Marilyn, you're going to have to add a bit in front here," pointing to my chest, "but, until we've acquired the proper bust pads, these scarves will have to do." With that she wound them carefully and secured them nicely within the pockets of the bra.

I looked down, with embarrassment and amazement They actually looked like the real things. I was in- wardly truly proud. A moment later lovely Debbie was holding up her pink nylon satin slip. My eyes moved quickly back and forth from the shiny soft mat- erial to the lavish lace which generously bordered it. It was truly gorgeous. I had briefly felt its exciting touch when I had held it to my body earlier.

Looking me straight in the eyes with that wicked smile on her face, she slowly slipped the beautiful garment over my head, through my arms and about my body. I shivered as she did so. Knowing better, Deb- bie asked, "Are you cold, doll?"

She stepped back and moved her head about in critical glances. At last she smiled broadly. "Mar- ilyn, honest, you've got just about the best figure I've

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