Hope you like it as much as I did. So this this is my story. It's all true, every word. One night back in college I was getting dressed to go to a fra... party. What to wear, what to wear? I could go with a short skirt and high heels that show off my long legs, or I could go with leggings and a tank top with flip flops. Either way, I knew guys would pay attention to me and I wouldn't go home alone. I put both outfits out on the bed, step back, and evaluate. I decide to go with the short skirt. . 'Jade bit her lip to hold back a whimper.Then with one hand on the small of her his other hand slipped inside the loose material of her French knickers. His touch was indeed gentle, almost soothing as he caressed her vulva.'I must prepare you for the search, ' he explained.His touch was sure, exploratory, and probing.Jade's legs parted of their own volition.His hand sent waves of pleasure and arousal radiating out from her loins.Jade's hand rose and grasped the edge of the table to try and. I turned to her and smiled, and she smiled back, combing her fingers through her medium length dirty blond hair.“That was close,” I said with a light laugh, and then I noticed my shirt was soaking wet and clinging to my chest. Without thinking too much about it, I grabbed my shirt and pulled it off over my head. I laid it out as flat as I could on the dash of the car, because even though it was dark outside now, it had been partially sunny out earlier, and I hoped the retained heat would dry. A followed jammed packed shower but believe it or not no complaints were verbalized. The third surprise of the evening was when our paid guest spent the night with us, be it the way there or the sizable tip my husband gave her, just like before no complaints were spoken. As much as I’d like to say we went straight to round three but know we’re middle aged now and after such an evening sleep came rather easily. I was clearly the last to wake as my eyes opened to my husband and our Tart busily.