I watched as Stacey began to take off her uniform bit by bit until she stood completely naked, she was quite overweight but I already loved her curvy ...uicy figure. I also noticed Stacey had a thick black bush of pubic hair which elevated my growing sexual arousal for this gorgeous girl. She then sat on the edge of the seat of the armchair, put her hand behind her knees and laid back spreading her legs back too and open revealing a sight that nearly made me shoot my load there and then. Thick. We booked into a hotel called the Winston on the sea front for the night.Sharon did not know of my plan, thinking we were just going out clubbing.Sharon got ready to go to the disco: pencil skirt, purple low-cut t-shirt. She looked great. The disco started and we had a few dances together. As the drinks flowed, I dared her to dance with a few guys and try and get them to kiss her. She was very reluctant to do this, but I could tell she was a little excited.I said we could have a good fuck and. I locked it and hurriedupstairs to my room hoping that no one had seen me. I went inside andshut the door. I searched frantically until I found the liquor cabinetand even though I am not much of a drinker I gulped down a shot ofbrandy. The fire flowed to my belly and spread. I had another. I fellonto the couch , my mind in a whirl. What did all of this mean? Who wasI to ask? I was dressed in panties and camisole, my hair up in curlersand my pants and blouse could have been worn by Peg. He had shown me some of his work on the web and it was impressive.I sang in my best falsetto voice with the recording as I drove carefully through the night. ‘Do you look like a slut? Un huh…shut up!’ My boi clitty became harder as I seat-danced to the song, wishing that I had boobs to undulate as I drove and danced under the clear night sky. I played with my nipples and the lace-covered cock as I drove.I stopped at a deserted interstate safety stop shortly before entering the City, pulling off.