Not as much as theylike Sarah, though."Sarah giggled nervously and I caught her mom giving me this weird lookin the rearview mirror. I cringed at my ...otal lack of inner editorialfunction. If this was how I was going to be, I decided a smart girlwould keep her yap shut and just stare out the window. Sarah's momdropped us off outside the party house and promised to come get us intwo hours, which wasn't very long but seemed an eternity to me. I feltlike a prisoner in this stupid get up.But. ."Then she smiled at me and batted her oversized false eye lashes. "Mr. Weakwill says he might be able to cook something real special up for you, sweetheart. Emmy material..."I excused myself quickly, before she could work the magic word into the conversation. I had to say hello to my host."Hey, sugar tits," Scampi shouted. "Glad you could make it!" He was dressed in a satyr costume that would not quit. I couldn't figure out what they did with his feet to make them end in the dainty cloven. I knew this because my cell phone activated any time someone wanted to use the Master PC program.“TruthTell Miss Williams – what really happened?” Mickey asked.Mickey thought she looked relieved.“The truth is, I’m 66 years old, and somehow I changed and this young girl who was badly hurt needed a dress,” she said as if recounting a movie plot. “Those two men would have killed her if that young gentleman hadn’t stopped them, I’m sure.”“Did you see what happened?” Mickey asked.“No. I saw them. Shocking me, making me throb. As she came down from her orgasm, I started to move, slowly at first, then faster.“Harder,” she demanded.We were kissing, then gasping, I bit the side of her neck, she dropped her head back again, offering me her neck. I kissed up and up to her chin, pulling at her lip, diving into her mouth again. As I got closer, I could feel her rising again. I pushed harder and faster driving her to a second climax. She was pushing up at me, racing me.Then as I came, more heat.