Maybe a little manipulative... Sue me.Belinda stubbed out her cigarette. "Johnny, these are formal dresses. I'm pretty sure neither one of us is we...ring a bra."I stepped closer to where they were sitting. "Perfect." I smiled.Belinda finally let her guard down. She began laughing hysterically. "Same old Johnny. Still trying to see my titties." she drunkenly smiled. Marcella sat back and grinned."I'm kidding. Look, I'll go grab some of my dad's old tee shirts. You can wear those, okay? . I drove to his house. He was there and answered the door.“Bill, what are you doing here?” he asked when he saw me. My face must have alerted him to the serious nature of my visit. “Is it Melissa? What’s happened? Is she alright?” His questions came flooding out, faster than I could track them.“Dave, can we sit down?” I asked, gesturing inside. He stepped back and let me in.“Sure, but where’s Melissa? Is she okay?”We sat down in his formal living room. From its pristine state, I was sure it got. Danny's black face lit up with a grin as he watched my bare tits flop all over. I walked to a spot in the yard near some wide openings in the bushes. I pulled the towel completely off, letting Danny have a full view of my big white tits and pussy. I bent over and set the water bottle and lotion down. I spread the towel on the ground, letting my big tits flop back and forth. Straightening up, I looked through the bushes at Danny and saw the big grin on his face as he eyed my naked body up and. The girls took a cab to Brittany’s place. Brittany had an apartment with a separate entrance occupying the second floor of a two story house, a building similar to the one Chloe occupied. In fact Brittany lived fairly close to Chloe so she knew she could easily walk home in the morning. Chloe had no doubt in her mind that she would indeed spend the night in Brittany’s apartment. Brittany’s apartment consisted of a fair sized kitchen and a living room with space for a dining area. Bathroom of.