I reached over and grabbed the last towel from the rack, passing it to her. She wrapped it around herself and we all stood there somewhat awkwardly.�...I need a Diet Coke”, I said breaking the silence.“Me too”, said my friend.“I need to get fucked”, interjected the flatmate with a giggle.My friend giggled and said something in their language. Both girls blushed.“Why do I feel like this is about me?”, I joked.“Oh, because it IS about you”, replied my friend as we headed out of the bathroom.We. None of my friends were around at 4ish when I got home. Knowing I was going to be alone for several hours, I went to my room opened cover in my closet pulled out the things I had hidden there. I looked at the Playboys, the models with stockings kept catching my eye. I thought about the stockings, panties, and belt, with the pictures. Already turned on so much a thought hit me to strip and put the stockings and panties on. Who would know? Our house keeper was in the kitchen, everyone else gone. Henry was out fishing with a friend and would be home shortly. The weather was hot again and as was her way of late she was wearing only a bright orange sarong. It was made from a thin cotton cheese cloth, was cool and made her feel sexy. She never wore underwear around the house now. 'I wonder if I should dress like this with the young people around on the farm,' she thought. She put two of the garments into the suitcase as well as her regular day wear. She decided she would dress how she. "Cat turned for the door. Janie took Cat's arm and pulled her to her. "Wait! We'll tell you everything. It's just so unbelievable. Joel and I can hardly believe it ourselves yet. Come in and sit down Cat. Would you like something to drink? I know I could use something. Joel, would you fix us some drinks while I get into my clothes?"Joel said that he would and headed into the kitchen as Janie went into the bedroom to dress. Cat followed close behind Joel to the kitchen."Can I help with anything.