“The idiots have sent me a pair of black stockings by mistake.” As I unfolded the material I realised that maybe it was a dress. The fabric was so thin that you could almost see through it even before I put it on, and it was like a long scarf; so thin. Puling it Pissing sideways I saw that it was stretchy and decided that ‘yes, it really was a dress.’ I decided to wait until Ryan got home to try it on and went to the kitchen to help Daisy start the meal. When Ryan saw the dress on the table he said, “Wow TT this is going to be interesting; is that really a dress?” After we’d cleaned-up Ryan held up the dress waiting for me to try it on. “You’d better take out all your jewellery first TT; we don’t want anything for it to muscle snag on.” After we’d eaten I did remove all my jewellery, but, of course, not my clit ring. It would take some anaesthetic or a lot of pain to remove that. I gently spread the garment at the waist, stepped into it and slowly pulled it up my legs. As I was doing so, it became obvious that sucking there were 2 thickness’ of material there; the top was thinner Hairy and consists of 2 very deep triangles going up from the waist. I twisted the dress round so that the triangles were at the front. I then pulled the triangle up over my breasts and Ryan fastened the strings behind my neck. The triangles of the backless top covered my small tits and would have left a lot of cleavage – if I’d had a cleavage. Looking in the mirror I saw the material hugging my erect nipples, even showing some of the little bumps on my areolas; and I could easily see the shape of my tits and the different colours of my nipples, areolas and tits. “That’s going to knock them dead.” Ryan said. “Yes, perfect for the look that I want.” Looking down to the skirt part I was a little disappointed that it wasn’t quite as see-though as the top, but it was extremely thin. If I shut my eyes the whole dress was so light that I felt that I had nothing on. I twisted the waist part round so that it was properly in line with the top and the waist to ankle split was just where I wanted it fetish to be, half way between my pussy and the front of my right leg. That’s when it happened. If they weren't our professors, we muscle could fuck them all we Hairy wanted. Riyena chuckles. I head down to sucking the lab and get to work on the circuitry on the android. “And if they don't have brothers, there are plenty of men who don't have sisters.” OK, bye”. Do you think that they’ll mind?” Slapped her around. After a few seconds, Pissing Bobbi leaned forward, accentuating her own cleavage, which David had admired from the moment he had first seen her blue dress, back at their home. “Yes, she is. That's fetish so hot.”