Most of the women were with guys, but a few were just hanging out like me. Well, maybe not exactly like me. I pushed my JD back an inch or two from me...and made to walk over to a girl, woman, sitting at a table by herself. She was nice looking though a little on the chunky side, not fat, just, well, chunky.She looked up when I approached her. “Miss would I be out of line to ask you to dance?” I said. I was forcing myself to smile. She looked me over, not too critically.“I’m not into dancing. She took a moment to stretch, shaking her fur, before she dropped her skirt, leaving her in nothing but her underwear – a lacy bra and panties, and nylon tights. The tights had been ripped in the scuffle, so they had to go too. She didnt see Baxter enter, the dog slinking through the ajar door to her office. He saw her bent over, struggling to pull a new pair of tights over her ankles. For some time, he just stood there, watching the Labrador struggle them up her shapely calves. He watched her. ..” he said, wriggling around on the bed. Emma let go of the toy and it started to slide back out. That wouldn’t work for her plan but luckily Amelia had suggested an item to fix that.Sliding back, she bent over the edge of the bed and retrieved a leather harness from the bag on the floor. It had a rectangular leather pad and several straps that crossed around with adjustable buckles. Brent was only peripherally aware of what she was doing as he was busy enjoying the sensation of the toy. On the third day they wanted help to lift some of their heavy luggage to the attic, and since i was their neighbour, they asked if i could come over and help them. Wouldn’t i? The very thought of being indoors alone with three such lovelies was enthralling. I went over. The first job was to lift a suitcase to the attic, as i climbed the chair, my right shoulder rubbed against shanthi’s bulging boobs, oh boy! Was it a sensational feeling? After that we had to empty a carton box, i was kneeling.