He snatched a handful of her dark linen dress and tore it down the front. And then felt his fingertips on the knots gathered at her waist, carefully untangling them. You could never tell whether they had pants on or not because the cotton kept their secret. With a small laugh of triumph she went inside. He took one cinnamon hand in both of his. This seemed to excite her, and with wide eyes, she lowered her wet young lips and sucked the head of his cock into her mouth. From the day I reached puberty, I've always loved cotton dresses. In moments, the rope slipped from her completely and a new sensation, of even more nakedness, even more vulnerability invaded her. Her other hand joined the first and curried my hips with her long nails. You deserve no more.