I tried to act dumb, acting like I couldn’t remember where I knew her from, but again, she couldn’t care less. And of course, looked even hotter t...an I remembered. She was wearing a little white summer dress with tiny polka-dots on it, showing off her wonderfully tan legs and shoulders. I wanted to reach under that dress, see if she was wearing any panties and rip them off is she was. When Wendy went into the kitchen to get another bottle of wine, I followed her in and asked about Myra. Wendy. I am a loner, workaholic type about ten years older than she. After settling into her job which pays rather well for a recent graduate, she noticed that I didn’t have a social life. She gently pried out of me confirmation that I had little history with women.Pris, the nickname she preferred, established a custom of opening a bottle of wine at 4pm on Fridays and reviewing various and sundry things from the week. Towards the end of a bottle one day she asked, “Do you ever get laid?”I was. She had to go check on Josh.So she slowly got back up and went back downstairs. Of course, she finds Steven waiting for her.Lisa wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction of knowing she was upset. “Have you seen Josh?”“Yes. They should be returning shortly. Which brings up your next assignment.” From that evil grin on Steven’s face, she knew this could not be good.“You will find we put some lube in your bag.” Lisa didn’t understand. “You’re going to need some because when Josh and Jorge get. Mom walked in to find virtually every item of apparel Carol owned strewn around the room, Carol and me standing in the middle of it, with Carol in her bra and panties.[Take it from an accidental pseudo-expert, there truly is no substitute for seeing the outfit being worn to judge it competently. Getting Carol down to her underwear hadn't been part of my plan. It'd happened simply because after so many hours of nonstop fashion talk, Carol had forgotten that I was a boy and she'd started swapping.