A few minutes later she came down the stairs in a corset. No bra, no panties. Wow.I took in her beauty as she came around to the front of me and sat s...read legged on the chair opposite me. She was very closely trimmed, but not shaved. She was also very wet. Her tits were either Cs or Ds and were capped by large hard nipples the size of the end of my pinkie. She started chatting again and I was going through hell trying to figure out what she wanted me to do. Finally and said my beer is empty. Right here on my stool.”“Okay, Jeff. Nice talking to you,” she said as she guzzled down her beer and left.I thought, “Damn! I bet she’d be good in the sack!”- - - - -The next Saturday, Liz came back in and sat down beside me, looking better than the week before. Her dress showed off her nice body and her hair was different somehow.“Hey, Jeff. How’s it hanging?” she said with a big smile.“Hangin’ straight now that you’re here,” I said as I scanned her up and down. “You look gorgeous tonight,. The place was a shithole, with trash littering the floor. Empty beer cans were everywhere and the air stank of cigarettes and stale beer. Against the wall, where a couch might normally be was a bed and on top of that lay the sleeping lump of Emmett Johnson.Nervously, Connie called his name a couple of times from the threshold, she dreaded having to actually go into the depressing room. Getting no response, she scanned the room from the doorway. She spotted the stereo under a collection of empty. We were going to have chicken, I thought to myself as I went upstairs to change my clothes. A few minutes later, dressed in jeans and a tee shirt, I went down to the kitchen.Sue was sitting at the table and tears were streaming down her cheeks. Being a rather astute observer of human nature, it occurred to me that something wasn't right. I grabbed a beer and sat down across from Sue, knowing that she would soon tell me what was bothering her. If she didn't want me to know, she would have never.