I could cut the silence with a knife and pepper it with disapproval and now he’s insisted on driving me to my hotel. When we get there he’ll proba...ly insist on checking the locks, looking around for bugs, accuse the man next door of stalking me and be a thorough pane in my but. Wait a minute, this isn’t the way… ‘Josh…’ ‘Yeah-huh.’ ‘Don’t pull that innocent face on me. You know perfectly well this isn’t the way to the King George’s. Now, what’s going on in that diabolical mind of yours?’ . “You don’t have to do this,” she moans, but her meaning is lost.“You hear that, boys?” the one fucking her breasts asks. “She says we don’t have to do this.”“Oh yes we do,” one answers.“Hell yeah we do,” says another.“Don’t hog her,” say the last.“I ain’t hogging,” says the first. “There’re plenty of places to fuck her. That’s what’s great about these human bitches.” Then he squeals happily when he climaxes, spraying the witch’s face with greenish goo. He continues pumping her breasts until all. The tightnessof the dress suggested that I might need the next size up. I decided thattight was what I wanted. Besides, I liked to way the dress pushed mybreasts together, producing a long deep cleavage. The dress hugged my everycurve. I decided to remove my panties because they showed through. Theresult was pleasing. The hem-line was very high. I knew I would likelyexpose my pubic hair when I sat down. I would have to be careful unless Ididn't want to be.Fred and Joe agreed that I looked. We tried some party games, too. I was surprised when Joan tossed a Twister mat on the floor.“How are you going to get your legs far enough apart to play Twister?” Desi laughed. “Your skirt is so tight your pussy lips must be welded together!”“Beca said no more clothes could some off, but I can hike my skirt high enough to make a stretch.” She tossed the spinner to me. “Get us started, Jacob!” She dragged Desi to the opposite end of the mat and Beca and Rachel to the sides. “I go first.” I.