. Aside for the dress I'd worn clubbing. I rummaged through the items, choosing a pair of short pre-ripped denim shorts and a cream colored long sleev... lace stretch tee with a scooped neck. I applied a fair amount makeup and ran a comb thru my hair. Slipping on a pair of leopard print flats, I check my reflection in the mirror. I looked sexy. Checked my pack of cigarettes to see if I had a joint left, sure enough I did. I took in several drags on the drive over. My heart raced as I knocked. Once in the room, Emma turned to face him and pulled her shirt up to flash her boobs at him with a giggle.She dropped backward onto her bed, facing him. She crossed her legs and leaned back, propping herself up with her hands behind her. She still wore her blouse but was nude from the waist down.“Now,” she began, “I know we had talked about taking things slowly. If you aren’t ready, I totally understand. But I’ve been waiting for twenty years and would like-”“I’m ready!” Brent blurted out. He. Eventually, she stood up. Once she did, she smiled at the imaginative figure, she dropped the dress to the floor. She wished he was there to actually see it all occur but she was too horny either way. Her fantasy was on its way…and so was she. Regardless, in her mind she knew he’d be able to see her panties which matched her bra and looked delicious in the way men thought of women’s panties. Her fingers slipped inside the waistband and ran around the band. “Patience Tyler,” she said in that. Unlike his older brother, he also wasn’t in good shape physically. He was quite chubby and made no effort to improve that situation. If only there was some way to help him. She sighed.“I don’t know. I guess I can give it another try, sure! Let me find some liquid courage first, though.” There was no need to stay sober for the entire duration of the party, she figured. People were having a good time, so why shouldn’t she try to do the same. Who knows what the day may have in store for her.Robbie.