I gasped as they piled into my apartment without asking. Seamus had obviouls told them what an obedient older woman I was."Did you wash it off?" he de...anded. "N-No," I stammered, already fearful of what this youing boy was going to do with my fully-adult-yet-submissive body. "We'll need proof," he said casually. Then, without bothering to ask me, he undid the ties of my robe and pushed it off, revealing my naked body, auburn hair cascading down onto my suddenly-taut breasts. My nudity caused. Except my brother Michael, who was more interested in me then he was in pool. With him–when alone–I learned to play strip-eightball instead. Michael was very good at pool. At the table I beat Tom three times and let him beat me once. He was very good and not used to loosing to women. He was a little irked. I was a little drunk. At a few minutes to midnight, we left the pub. In the parking lot, at his car, he unlocked the doors with a flick of his hand. He opened my door and held it for me as. I finally decide on a denim mini skirt with a black top that says "stay dirty my friends on the front" I love this shirt, it fits me perfectly and I don't need to wear a bra with my small breasts, which I hate wearing bras anyway. I slip my black lace bikini panties on then my black carrie booties and I am set for an fun day.My boyfriend, Chris has my favorite drink in the cooler as we leave for the concert. It's already hot outside so I open one of my Black Dress Vodkas and pour it into. I’d obviously frigged myself off alone in my bedroom and in the bath a number of times but I’d never felt anything as thrilling as Mr W’s hand touching the outside of my knickers and feeling the damp patch that was beginning to form on the front of them. He carried on just moving his long fingers around in circles on the front of my pants. I still wasn’t looking at him and was trying to play the piano but it was getting more and more difficult to concentrate! He then stopped touching me.