Today I was dressedin a frilly white, wedding dress that was sure to turn heads. There wasno way I was going to fly under the radar this time. I was...going to getattention, and that's what was concerned me. I knew I looked good, buthow good? Would I be read as soon as I stepped inside and be laughed outof the building? Or would people react in the spirit of Halloween, andthink I was a GG on my way to an office party. That was what was keepingglued to my seat.I took a final deep breath and. Portia felt Keith’s middle finger feel her up along her pussy lips before he took his hand out and did the same to the twins then to the two cousins - Brandi and Cheryl Martin. After Keith had felt up each girl’s vagina he said, “Well, I think I must declare Brandi here the winner of the wettest pussy competition.”Keith looked at Brandi and added, “You girl are just dripping down there inside your knickers so I think I need to undress you first while the others watch and wait for their. If you mean a Private Investigator the answer is yes, just like it says on the door." Then that makes you a Private Dick and with a name like Stud you must really be something," she all but cooed. Her lovely buttocks rested on the only chair besides mine one leg over the other allowing a fabulous showing of her thigh. "And I'm a Miss, not a Ms. Just for the record I prefer to be called Sandy." OK, Sandy it is, but don't you think it's a bit warm to be wearing a dead animal?" I asked referring. My body is warm and flush as I dance around the kitchen singing loudly. Suddenly I'm flooded with a memory. My skin grows hotter, yet fills with goosebumps. An image of your lips fills my head. I take a deep breath and shake the thought out of my tipsy brain. This is my night, no thinking, no obsessing, no pining! Dinner is ready so I grab the bar stool and have a seat. The linguini with clam sauce I've created is a much needed treat. The notes of the salty clam mixed so perfectly with the.