He revelled in the tight, smooth feel of the rubber jeans. To hell with it, he thought, I'm going to enjoy myself tonight! At the party, which was ho...ted by a local radio station, he was greeted by a delightful array of leather dresses, spandex pants and skirts, and other sexy costumes. But as he danced with various partners in turn, he realized that to these nervously laughing people, they were just costumes, and none of them would likely wear such things to the office. There was no lack of. Alison loves to have her tits played with, it drives her insane, and her body is beginning to betray her. She can feel her pussy getting wet already. A hand slides over her ass and squeezes through her jeans, another slides over her pussy caressing it and giving it a slap. Struggling, she can barely move. Jesus Alison what the fuck have you gotten yourself into, she thinks to herself. “My dear . . .” Alison screams for all she is worth. All is quiet. “Is there a problem my dear?” Alison turns. And this time it was at my house. I know, how weird, but yes we finally had one of the parties at my house. Because Peter was a senior, he kind of had to host a lot of the parties. Thank god our parents had at first been wary about hosting one. But this time, I decided for them (and him) that this opportunity was too good to pass up. Instead of us getting ready, and all flocking to someone else's house, we were all going to be flocking to my house. Of course, his senior friends would all be. His wife was in her bedroom and he explained that she often slept in the daytime because of her required medication. The woman was out like a light and the number of medications on the table attested to her poor health and need for a caretaker like a doting husband. It was so depressing that Yoko was tempted to immediately start sucking Mister Asugi’s obviously untended cock just to show him her depth of feeling about tending to his manly needs. They went into the kitchen and he made tea for.