She had already gone into her dressing room when he got back. Not wanting to just walk in. He knocked on the door. She invited him in. He was startled...when he saw that she had already pulled off her bottoms. She said “I’ve never done this before. Will you do it for me?” Trying not to show his eagerness, he said “Ok if you want me to.” She simply said “Please.”There was a mat like the ones used for gymnastics on the floor, he had her lay on it after placing a towel on it. He then had her spread. My boyfriend was constantly sliding his hands up my skirt feeling my smooth thighs and rubbing my moist lips through my panties. We were both feeling incredibly horny and wanted to go some place to get it on. So we decided to check out a house that I grew up in which my father was remodeling to possibly rent in the future. I thought I had a key to get in the house but none of them on my key chain would work. So we walked around the house to see if we could get inside but there was no hope. We. When we got to the kitchen I hurriedly checked the simmering dishes.Everything was fine and the appetizers would be ready to serve when wewere all together. Kelli opened a drawer and got out an apron. She hadmentioned a full bib style and I had seen her wear one before when wecooked. It had a square neckline, shoulder straps that extended outward,and a skirt that hit below the knee, all in a solid white linen. But thiswas only a small apron which would offer little cover. She wrapped itaround. I’ll have my brother buy us some beer.” “If we’re drunk, how are we going to drive over there?” “Damn, you’re right.” Simon thought for a moment then looked at me. “Say, Brody, wanna be the designated driver?” Whoopty fucking do. We’re at a small club called Vertigo seated on some plush seats in the corner with a vantage point of the dance floor, clogged bar, and the ladies sitting at the other tables. It was pitch black with a layer of fog creeping along the ground like some biblical omen. The.