Alana Kingston looked around nervously and saw her husband Stu, already naked, standing beside her. In the white light of the moon, his body seemed to glow with an unusual whiteness.
Looking down, he saw her own breasts swaying white and full, the tips looking darker than usual. With a sigh of resignation, she pushed the little white nylon panties down her thighs and stepped out of them. She too was naked then.
