Most of the staff were young hot models brought in specially for the night and they were all looking glamorous and so sexy. Wine and nibbles were laid...on and the store was packed as always for the few hours the store remained open. This is where my tale starts. I attended the boutique as I had done for the previous few years and this year it fell on my birthday. I knew one of the staff working in the boutique as she was the fiancée of my best friend and she was always flirting with me when we. I had no idea what was going through His head, but in mine, well, the anticipation of the evening was gripping me as usual. We arrived in good order, each of us carrying bags up to the house after parking the car, and we walked right into the side kitchen door as if we lived there. We knew we were expected, and welcome to enter. We greeted the hostess, the dog, and others that had already arrived and were loitering in the kitchen amongst fixings for a pot luck supper. We proceeded to bring. My next chance would be with another friend a few months later. This time he was spending the night at my house, his parents were friends of the family and he was alittle younger than me. Again I waited til he was asleep. As I layed there, my throbbing cock told me I had to feel his body. I slid out of bed and found him laying on his stomach. There in the dark, I slowly and careful slid down his pajama bottoms, exposing his ass. My lustful hands lightly touched his smooth, soft skin. I pulled. “Mum makes school uniform a priority so my schoolwear is mostly okay. Everything else is pretty bad though,” she said, indicating the well-worn t-shirt and denim skirt she was wearing.I quickly scanned the list. It was pretty much what I expected and wouldn’t break the bank at a budget clothes shop. I nodded approvingly.A particularly loud crackle reminded me of the bacon cooking. I checked on it, turning it over so it would cook evenly. “Another bacon sarnie?” I asked, when I judged it was.