"We finished eating supper while listening to the storm. It seemed unceasing. Suddenly the power went out."Oh great," I said in disgust, "I'll go find...my flashlight."Mother was already up from the table and had a candle. The room lit up as she struck one of her kitchen matches."Take this with you," mother said as she handed me the candle. The candle was one of her good table candles, long and skinny. I didn't know how long it would last, I guess as long as an intimate supper would last.I found. Sherrie was watching me with an amused glint in her eyes, and Jennifer looked at me adoringly while I struggled to come up with the right answer."Well," I said softly. "If you think I'm your boyfriend, then I must be your boyfriend, because you're so smart, you could never be wrong, and that means you're always right, which means that I MUST be your boyfriend, right?"That got Jennifer giggling, left Sherrie with a look that said she'd get back to me about that later, and left Jerry studying his. It had started off jovially, Pia and I dressed as tarts, Belles from St Trinions, young schoolgirls tartly showing more knicker lace, peeking under ridiculously short school uniform dresses, our stockings and garter belts in full view, our shaven cunts, exposed in the sheer black netting of our knicker crotches.Once the men saw this they knew we were up for it, and as we went amongst them, popping a blue Viagra Pill into each mouth, their hands had a good feel, they would comment on how wet we. “But it got hard?”She sighed, “Yeah, it did.”“While he was ‘dancing’ for you?”She nodded.“Did he see your tits?”She nodded. “He pulled my sweater up and my bra off.”“So he raped you?” I asked, sounding angry.“No,” she answered, “I mean it wasn’t rape. I let him do it.”“Why?”“I don’t know why,” she answered honestly. “I was drunk and horny.”“Is that when his cock got hard?”“Not exactly,” she said.“Did you touch it?”“I held it in my hand,” she confessed.“Did you suck it?” I asked, continuing the.