I had to admit being glad that both outfits she was choosing from had matching panties, because neither the dress nor the skirt would cover them."You ...now, Darcie, I think you should wear the halter top and skirt. I've always loved the way you look in halters, and you won't need a bra," I told her, proud of my fashion choice."Does that mean you're wearing the dress?" she asked, 'the look' flashing on her face again.Now I was worried. After all, the look usually meant trouble, but I never. Just before 12, I went back and looked again, This time I saw the light on in the bedroom and activity inside. I didn't feel comfortable walking into the yard to get a good look, but I also felt that the "Nanny Cam" would be running capturing the best action. From what I could tell they all looked like they were high school age with a few adults thrown in to act as chaperones, I suppose. After midnight, I heard cars leaving, and I surmised the party was over, but there still were about a ½. My hair was still damp, and I finger-combed it, then pulled a comb through it to sort out the wet strands, staring at myself in the mirror as I used the blowdryer and round brush to curl my hair as it dried. Stepping into my closet, I pulled on strappy dress, spaghetti-straps hanging it from my slim shoulders as the skirt swirled only to my knees. I did my make-up, pouty mouth accented by a hint of rouge and gloss, mascara, and a touch of blush to bring out the flush of my cheeks. Grabbing my. She said “Wait!” And reached over to her bag and felt around until she found her lube. She said “Here, use this.” Bull took off the cap and applied a generous amount of lube to his cock, put the tube aside and stroked his sheathed and lubed cock and once again moved to her ass.Cathy and I were now laying down facing the threesome and I was playing with her clit while she watched her friend being double teamed. I figured that the boys were young and would take some time to get off so there was.