Her contractions finally stopped after what seemed like five minutes. My cock was completely drained.She slowly dismounted her steed and I felt my and...her fluids drip from her pussy onto to my abdomen. She got off the bed and hobbled down the hall in the semi darkness to her room. I wanted to call out to her, but didn’t know who to call; so I just lay on my back with my now sticky limp dick flopped against my thigh. I didn’t quite know what to do; I reached down and felt her sweet pussy lube. Squinting through the vertical part of the door I could see Sandy. She had her blouse open, her breasts pulled out of her bra, her trousers were round her ankles and her white knickers were down round her knees. She was working one breast with her left hand and her right hand was furiously working her clit. My cock was standing fully to attention and trying to get out of my trousers.It was clear she was about to orgasm. I guessed she was trying to time her orgasm to that of the long haired. " I felt a little letdown, I went back and put on another dress, same reaction. Next I tried a while chiffon blouse, it was a bit tight and you could see my black bra through the material, I thought this looked sexy and hoped it might go down better than my dresses.As I walked in they both stopped talking and looked me up and down. "Much better," they said. "Really nice." This was more like it, it made me feel good, thinking that I could still turn some heads. Next I picked the faux leather. I had low self-esteem about how I looked. Mainly from all the teasing, I got when in grade school. Even with all the changes my body had gone through, I still thought no one thought I was cute let alone sexy. I really did not have any respect for myself and with all the trouble I had been getting into lately, I was really down on myself. I was just little Miss four eyes. What would a blonde haired beach dude see in me? I returned outside to find my Aunt down talking to my Uncle Mike and that.