They were also very skimpy, leaving much of her ass bare.In her efforts to get her sneakers through the pant legs, she accidentally backed into the si...e of the car and gave a small yelp at the feel of the cold metal against her rear end.She finally got her jeans off and put them aside as well. She reached down and tugged the top hem of each of her black fishnet stockings to smooth them out. One garter had become undone. She stretched it down and pulled up more on the stocking until she could. Angelina's mansion was big and imposing. Her sister claimed it had cost her a meaty five million pounds, which I couldn't really doubt. I felt a little underdressed in my shorts and T-Shirts in the hot sun as eight of us meandered up the winding drive to the large house. We were shown in via a side-door to the impossibly large conservatory and into a marquee in the back garden.Angelina was waiting for us with six female minders - all dressed in french maids' outfits. 'Today, is about betting.. Paige had heard all my stories. She must have known that rejection was a sore spot with me?Was it that I'd been reluctant to tell her that I loved her? What was wrong with me? I knew that being loved was something all women wanted to hear. I resolved to correct that fault if I got the chance.Paige was on the far side of the bed. She's tired; things will be different tomorrow I thought, as I made sure to keep a space between us.The sound of my pickup starting awoke me. I got up to find fresh. "We stood there just looking at each other for a few moments and then Teresa said, "Have you eaten?" No, in all the excitement I quite forgot." I'll make you something ... Come into the kitchen."She started to turn away, but I stopped her taking her hands again."Teresa, despite what you saw, there is nothing between me and Moira ... nor will there ever be."She looked at me for a long moment and simply nodded. Then we moved to the kitchen and she still held my hand.So that's how it started..