It was my sex magic, again! “You mean no bra, no panties?”“Yes, I hate wearing them and nobody seems to mind. In fact, I’m not wearing a bra r...ght now, see?” I pulled up my top to show him. “No sag. Do you think I’d look ok in your uniform?”Well, he gave me the job right there and told me that he wasn’t married and didn’t even have a girlfriend. Why do guys always tell me about it? I pity guys. They always tell me that their wife or girlfriend makes them so miserable and they never get any sex. My stomach sank but my heart leapt. It was way hot. She had apparently heard the door squeak so she turned her head and saw me there. She just waved to me to go away while keeping the cock in her mouth. I wanted to keep watching as I had dreamed of such a situation, but I didn’t want to piss her off. I quickly closed the door and went back to the party. She came out about ten minutes later and I approached her with a smile on my face. She said, “You can stop smiling, Roger, we’re done.”“What do. - I looked like a right twat!Anyway the party was fairly good. Everyone was getting smashed my girlfriend in particular was drinking heavily. I was disappointed to find all her friends were total dogs and either had bad spots or were just plain ugly so there was a serious lack of good looking girls there. Her friends parents were there and some other male adults including the weird old guy who was dressed as this character from a 70's sitcom - Spencer something - catchphrase 'um Betty' for. I pulled back the shower curtains and started the water till it was warm. Linda watched the water flow into the tub as I undid her bra and she mechanically helped me. The stockings came next and then she came alive as I got her panties halfway down her legs."What are you doing?" She asked in a worried voice."I love the smell of my baby but I hate the smell of cigarette smoke. I am going to give you a shampoo and then wash your back. If you want, you can wash my hair, too. When we go out, you.