“No,” Elsie replied, “It’s a classic fairy tale.” Brie shrugged, “Remind me?” “Okay, so the town tailor designs the emperor’s clothes each day. One day, he’s too tired to come up with a new outfit. He tells the emperor he’s making him the finest garments in all the land, but it’s a lie. Instead of actually designing something, Hardcore he does nothing. He goes off and smokes pot or whatever. The next day, when the emperor comes to try them on, the tailor has nothing, so he fakes it. He convinces the emperor that he’s wearing new clothes—the finest in all the land—even though there’s actually nothing there. “But the emperor is so caught up by the tailor’s hype that he thinks they’re perfect, even when he can see with his own eyes that he’s not wearing anything. But he still goes out into the town dressed up in the tailor’s clothes. Completely naked.” Brie smirked and nodded. “I think I remember this. His subjects throw a fit, right?” “No! All the people act very impressed. But the emperor says—with one hundred percent confidence—he’s wearing the tailor’s finest garments, and everybody thinks it’s just great. That’s confidence, to show your junk to the world and not even give a fuck.” “Is that the moral?” Brie said. “No, it’s about, uh, distrusting leaders.” Elsie waved her arms, “Nevermind. Just pay attention to the confidence part.” “I’m not going outside naked or even in just a towel, Els.” Brie rolled her eyes. “I did enough Blowjobs of that yesterday.” Elsie grinned, “Fine.” “So, what should I actually wear today?” Elsie thought for a moment, then snapped her fingers. “I know, since I’m taking one of yours, wear the shirt that I packed.” She dug into her duffel bag and pulled out a gray-striped, linen, button-up shirt and handed it to Brie. “You could pair it with that black twill miniskirt you have and, hmm… your strappy sandals.” Brie found the skirt and put it on, then grabbed the shirt from her friend. The door swung open and they Hardcore all crowded inside. She kept sucking and more cum pumped in her mouth. Of course I knew they weren't really raping me because I was letting them have me. Cock is cock, after all. “Relax, Dave. All of us except the new boyfriend have been to Kip’s famous “Speedo Only Parties” which he uses me as the excuse to host. I put the towel on the high parapet on my side and felt the hot summer Blowjobs breeze warming up my groin. In short, I grabbed his cock from behind. But right now it wasn’t easy. I can meet you at the hotel and I can see about a server position and then we can go on the beach. I swallowed then flicked my tongue out. His son looked up at him and grabbed another condom, giving one to his dad as he opened the one in his hand. However, the spread under the table today was slightly different. Stunned she were. Finally she had broken. Her breasts bounced and wobbled, free of their fabric prison.