Anne. “Hey, Anne, come on over,” I waved. Anne walked over, a smile on her pierced lip. She was wearing a short, green and red plaid catholic scho...lgirl skirt. A very short skirt, I could practically see her panties as the skirt swayed. Her legs were clad in knee-high socks and heeled shoes. Her blouse was a low cow cut, white frilly thing that cupped her breasts. She sat next to me and I grabbed her blonde hair and pulled her into a kiss. Her lip piercings rubbed wickedly on my lips as we. They had been "swapping spit and tickling tonsils for a long time. The camera on my phone was recording everything. I was stuck in that corner until Whitney got up to use the restroom. They had been talking about going to our home for a night of "fun" as they put it. I quickly left.I raced home to get there before them. Early in our relationship we had installed cameras in our bedroom to record the excitement. I knew the cameras were there, I had looked at them last week. I put new disks in the. Listening to their bawdy descriptions as the conversation wore on became more comical than they had anticipated, making it difficult not to laugh out loud. The ladies rolled their eyes at the continuous innuendo as the “pissing contest” continued. Peter claimed his sexuality was beyond reproach although Lois knew better; Cleveland oddly enough didn’t get a vote from his own wife in the same discussion. While Donna was pleased with the size of Cleveland’s ‘member’, he wasn’t always able to. And I resist the urge to roll my eyes. "Just this way," I say as drop down from the ladder and lead her to the pens aisle. All the while, I can feel my back heat up under her stare. I'm all too conscious of the fact I've been lifting boxes all day, and my arms are pumped. "Here we are." "You didn't have to take me," she smiles apologetically. "It's okay. I wanted to." "Thank you so much," she grins back, her eyes alight. "If there's anything else let me know." "Oh, I will." She sucks her bottom.