Julie had even agreed to go to a friend’s house for at least one of those days.When Monday of that week rolled around, Ron watched with eagerness as...his parents pulled away from the driveway on their way to work. He thought they would never leave that morning. He had impatiently listened as his mother droned on about being careful, that he was being trusted, to leave a note if he went anywhere, etc., etc., etc. But her car had just gone out of sight, and he was already headed out the door.The. I left my long red hair down, and dressed up in a hot little black dress with fishnet stockings and high stilettos for the night, and when Mark let me in I was ready to party.I was surprised to see all of those guys there, since I was the only girl. I asked Mark about it and he told me that they all thought redheads were hot and all wanted to cum on me. It only took me about three seconds to agree, and I stripped off the dress but left my stockings and shoes on, just because there are some guys. She asked why they were wearing boots of some type on their front feet and I advised they were to keep them from digging in the yard. She seemed to accept that lie and was to find out soon what the real purpose of the boots on the dogs front feet were for.The evening progressed well and I lead her off to the room where the night's event was about to take place. I had been drinking several big shots of whiskey and she worried aloud, you keep that up and you won't be able to get it up. I told her. "No, I didn't," Liz lied."Ahh, but you remember it, don't you?" Don teased.“I remember you getting off me. I was covered in your stuff. You went to the bathroom and I had to wipe myself with your dirty underpants. They stunk awful. How long had you worn them, two days?" Liz said, pretending the memory hadn't excited her."A week," Don replied making her heave and distort her face as if she was going to vomit."That is fucking disgusting," Liz said. "I used them on my body you dirty bastard," she.