That day came the following friday when I had forgotten to bring my umbrella to school and ran all the way home in the pouring rain. I did not really ...ared about my books in my bag as my bag was waterproof. When I had reached home I was completely drenched. My clothes were stuck to my skin and you could see the outline of my light blue bra through my shirt. That really turned me on. I detoured around the house not wanting to wet the house to the backyard. I threw my school bag at the door and. Her tongue flicked out and licked her ruby red lips.Emma removed her sunglasses and looked into my eyes. She smiled and then reached out a delicate hand. She put it on my thigh. Gently rubbing it upward, she giggled. Then she stopped and put her glasses back on."Thanks so much, dear Dick. I'm good now. I'll see you later, sweet man." She reclined back and put her earbuds in.Yes. You see, it was only putting lotion on for her. That's all. I wasn't doing anything wrong. Not that I could see. I. They had it at the Zebra club. Leroy was the "stripper." He and Sandy went through the whole charade for the benefit of her friends -- her being mesmerized by the size of Leroy's cock, not being able to resist wanting to kiss it, letting Leroy deep throat her, and finally her begging him to "fuck me with that monster cock."Sandy and Leroy even went through the old "please don't come in me, I'm ovulating" routine. She said it was hilarious how all those lawyers and accountants and executives. My lingerie was what he bought for me. Honestly,keeping straight who bought what was one of the most complex parts of myacting career. They would get upset if I confused their gifts. Eachwanted to act as if I was their girl. And each night, I was as theirturns rolled around.I had to resort to keeping a log of "gifts" and who supplied what andexpected me to be wearing which outfit. It never mattered once we weredrunk, but their fragile male egos were hard to navigate before that.Extra wardrobes.