”“Nice one, better get back in there, going to spin some discs, see you later,” he said as he walked back inside.When I got back to the bar I sa... that Franco had been correct about Peter. He was walking back from the bar to his table, still naked and carrying a couple of drinks over for himself and David. He had a fresh cigar in his mouth and seemed to know everyone there. He greeted everyone by name as he went past them, he was a popular guy. The way that people were so easy going with Peter. I was still dressed in my new outfit (actually only the skirt and blouse), because I hadn’t brought any new clothes. When we pulled back in our driveway at home, I saw that our neighbor was home. Thomas (our neighbor) knows what a complete slut I am, and I love it that he thinks of me that way. As I was getting out of the car, I thought about what he’d think of me if he could see me right then. I hadn’t showered, and I was covered with dried cum. My pussy and ass still showed. . me; I ... I can’t get the clip to fasten”. A request he readily agreed to, but not to clip her up but to unclip and as her bra fell away any utterance of surprise was squashed as he grasped her tits and began to squeeze and pull her nipples which immediately began to expand and harden; the only sound was gasps, either from surprise or enjoyment. He didn’t ask but kept the massage up till she was giving off slight pants, but those pants were nothing compared to her reaction when he pushed into. “Jennifer, can we go? Please,” Kelly asked, mildly panicking. “I thought you might enjoy it, you’re always saying you’re not confident in your body, but just look around. Every man, and probably most of the women here are just dying to fuck you,” she said with a wicked grin, as if this was something she’d done for her girlfriend and not herself. “I dressed this way so you wouldn’t feel like you’re on your own when we go back home.” “You want me to wear this outside!?” Kelly stammered. “We’ll be.