In fact, the very idea of it was already making her wet. Brittany stepped into her walk in wardrobe and began to select the outfit she would wear that...night. Several hours later Brittany was strutting down the hallway of the Hilton Hotel, her heels clicking across the marble floor, her jacket wrapped tight around her, she arrived at room 314 and opened the door, dropping her jacket to the floor as she stepped inside. Brittany was wearing a very tiny, very slutty schoolgirl outfit, her blonde. They hadn’t even been drinking. They’d been at an outdoor cafe enjoying fattening iced coffee drinks when Jerome and his friend Chuck had introduced themselves.It had been an amusing enough time chatting with the men, especially since they both were quite clearly distracted by Sarah’s cleavage. But even so, she hadn’t really imagined she’d be going home with one of them, at first. Then she did start imagining things.It was just a little flash at first, but she’d caught some sort of mental. This usually got me going a bit. Just thinking of the individual girl and what they would ask made me fantasize a bit of what it would be like to show them some how to's. Shirley knew it got to me as she would pass me by and pat me on the front of my pants, sometimes giving me a squeeze. My siblings would sometimes see this and snicker. Shirley was never bashful around my family. She felt as if they were her family as well, and they were.One unique experience well remembered came on a cool. She continued watching the screen and giggled, then looked to the bed and noticed me. Her phone slipped out of her hand onto the bed, her glazed eyes opening in shock, just for a moment, then smiled and slurred “ Sorry darling I’ve had a few drinks with the girls tonight I’m a little bit tipsy” and giggled. “Sorry for disturbing you, Ill switch the light off and let you sleep” she slurred. In the dim light of the room I would see her outline, but mostly heard her getting undressed, heard her.