The apartment was very modern and, in my opinion, a touch impersonal. Idid not see one photograph of friends or family. I might have commentedon this ...ut I didn't want to ruin a good thing so I just smiled andaccepted the glass of merlot she offered. The wine had a strange,slightly bitter, aftertaste. She asked me several questions and snuggledclose. Somehow, by the time I had finished my first glass, she had gottenmy tie off and shirt undone. She seemed happy to play with my nippleswhile I. I totally forgot her name, but in my opinion, my gal (whose name I do remember, Natalie) wasn't too far below his, but she might have been slightly plainer - again by conventional standards. Natalie was chubby with big tits. Brad's gal was tall and had more of an athletic, runner figure. I remember an hour into my hooking up with my girl, Brad and his gal already finished and they were obnoxiously knocking on our closed door. We were 69-ing at the time and she was on top with her ass and pussy. “Oh my, just look at those two.”Hanna turned in her seat and saw Erica and Laura line up at the buffet.“They are gorgeous.”“Mm, don’t I know it. I wonder the daughter is as tight as Erica?”“I bet she is tighter and a lot firmer.”They looked at each other and smiled. They both wanted a repeat of the previous year, and the only thing that stood in their way was Erica’s daughter.Mike caught Erica’s attention and pointed at the two free seats at their table. The older woman said something to the. I'd learnt how to put on pantyhose and her sandals before easing herlatest party dress onto my smaller frame. Often she would ask me if Ihad been in her room but I would just deny it and walk off. So long as Iwasn't caught actually wearing her clothes there was nothing to worryabout.So often I would just wait until my parents took my sister to mygrandmother's house and I would use the couple of hours while they wereaway to try on her clothes. I would explore the feel and excitement ofwearing.