We’ll have a couple of drinks first, andthen we’ll head over to the party. He said he thinkswe’re really cool, and he knows his frie...ds will likeus. Says there’ll be lots of good music, and loads offood. It sounds really neat! Can we go Mark? Please?” “Gee I don’t know Connie. I thought he’d say he wantedto come over here again. Last night was one thing, butwhat do we really know about this guy? What if him andhis friends turn out to be some kind. It fell off me and let the head of his prick feel my thong. "Do you feel that? It's satin and pink. Tell me you like it; I demand it." I love it." Good," I mumbled before kissing him and releasing his johnson. "So, you're learning to listen. Why the hell you couldn't listen to me before and not eyefuck your coworkers and me? Who knows, but get down on your knees and pull down my thong."He nodded and calmly dropped down to his knees. He kept his eyes on mine for the moment but peeked up at me. Pretending to be irritated, I pulled the side of my shorts down just a bit, showing off my white patterned panties and picked at the waistband. If he was watching I could only imagine what was going on in his mind. There I was, glistening with sweat, fresh off a run wearing a swim halter top standing in the sun. My bare midriff out for the world to see completely oblivious to his eyes wandering all over my body. He’d be begging to see what’s underneath, and I, the picture of perfect innocence,. I glanced at Ted in time to see him wrench his eyes away from my wife's legs. He glanced my way with a guilty expression. I just smiled and shook my head, letting him see me enjoying the sight of Teresa's exposure. His guilty look vanished and, with a fast glance back at Teresa's lap, he returned his attention to the screen.I looked over at Dot and smiled when I saw that she was enrapt with the show on screen. Her hands were on her legs and it looked like she was giving her thighs a massage..