"They were wife beater shirts and most of them were either cut off halfway or torn up one way or another. My crazy friend said, "I knew it was gonna b... a wet-t contest!" And she changed right into the shirt she was given. Took her bra off and everything without even thinking about it. Sometimes I wish I had her guts.I was crazy nervous! I could actually feel myself shaking on the inside. Everyone else didn't seem to be that worried though and they were all changing so I figured I better do it. ." No, wait! I don't know what I'm doing. Okay, she is beautiful; you both clearly know my tastes. I will stop denying you because in the end I know you will get your own way anyway. But see you, I need to feel something for her before I will make love to her. It has been that way with Kirsty and with both of you and I will not have it any different now."The girls clapped their hands and jumped up and down, excited by the fact that Scott had capitulated.The next day Scott decided that he should. A small petite girl with long hair, small breasts, and perky butt. Just what he liked. He waited till she crossed the dancefloor to meet up with her laughing friends, hugging and kissing her arrival before pushing a cocktail into her hand. She almost got lost between the beauties around her was it not for the sensual way that she moved. She wore a tiny designer black cocktail dress that ended maybe a hand width under her butt, with thin straps over her bare shoulders and hugging her breasts. “Make yourselves at home. Can I get you anything? Beer? Wine, Nalia?” “No, thank you.” Newlyn politely declined before perching on the edge of the sofa. Maccus sat beside her and took her hand, their fingers lacing together. Her brows drawn together with intrigue, Imogen sat perpendicular to them in the leather recliner. Resting her forearms on her knees, she leaned in closer to them. “Okay, you want to explain to me where you found captain gorgeous here and how I’ve never seen or even.