She had designed and made the costume I was wearing. She had intended to come as a matching Nun. She hadn’t finished adjusting the costumes when her...employers sent her away to sort out some difficulties in a branch office. She should have been back by now. She had rung me on her mobile and instructed me to go to the party anyway. If she could, she would meet me here. She had modified her costume so that her veil was detachable. She would have done the same for mine if she had been given the. He stepped toward her instinctively, which brought his prick close enough that she could bend her elbow."Like this?" she asked, her eyes wide. Her hand moved back and forth several more times, the grip alternating from loose to tight as she experimented."Oh fuck me," he groaned, staring at her hand. His emotions surged."Uncle Bob!" she chided. "Such a potty mouth! You can't say that. I didn't say anything about doing that, Uncle Bob. I don't think I'm quite ready for that yet."The "yet" in her. John eventually came up to us and introduced himself. Tracy replied, “My, my, you are cute. My name is Tracy. This is Brooke, and Suzy, and Jessie.” “Nice to meet you ladies, care to dance with us?” John asked. We quickly joined my group of male friends. I was really nervous that they would realize I was their male friend Jesse. However as the night wore on, and more drinks were flowing, it was obvious that they would not find out. Tracy and I retreated to our booth with John and Mark. John. Climbing onto the stool, my dress rode up, displaying my toned thighs for those who continued to sneak glances in my direction. I considered pulling it down so as not to reveal too much but decided this was far more entertaining for them and for me. The barman appeared and handed me a cocktail of some description, indicating that it was from the man standing at the far end of the bar. Lifting the glass in his direction, I nodded my thanks. I was pleased to see he was with a group of friends and.