She told me that she had been chatting with some people who told her about a new club for adults. She was told that the club had a bar, DJ, and buffet... She also informed me that the women usually dressed in sexy outfits. I asked her what that meant. Kristen said the couple she was chatting with said the women usually showed quite a bit of skin. Many wore short skirts, skirts with deep leg slits, very low cut tops, and skimpy blouses. Kristen asked me if I wanted to go. I was eager and asked. And Mrs. Glass there as well. But perhaps it was to be expected. Their moms were friends, after all, and had been for many years; there was no reason to assume they had stopped being so, especially once she and David resumed their friendship again. Or that they had stopped because David was dating someone else. Hell, I'm fucking someone else. Not that they know that."Well, that's that!" her father said, grinning. "Now you're all packed up, and we can get in the car and drive home and never come. Otherwise, my arousal would have been just as noticeable. I had finished my outfit with a tailored cut pair of black slacks and my cherry red high heels.It was an easy decision to make when he offered to take us back to his place. When he assured us that we would be safe, I never doubted it. The way he dealt with the two guys that had been pushing Claire around had been quick, efficient and brutal. There was no room for misunderstanding, it was quite simple... “DON ‘T PISS ME OFF or”, as they. You're still angry. Let it go. We've won. Our friends are safe. You are a hero and it's time to give the hero his traditional reward." She took off her shirt and bra then stepped out of her skirt and panties. "I am leaving my socks on. My toes are cold." You're beautiful."She slipped under the covers and propped herself up on one arm. "You're staring at my breasts again." I'm not sorry." You don't need to be. Get undressed."He took off his pants, his socks, and his underwear. It has to look.