He was tired, but alert, and as usual, he was the first to arrive. Next to show up at the bus station was a wreck in a ski jacket, a bulky hoodie, and...torn jeans. The equipment she carried, along with the severe pony tail and ugly glasses identified her instantly. ‘Rough night?’ He figured being sociable was the first step to making peace, and making peace would make this trip all the smoother. ‘Screw you, Harker!’ Well, he thought, so much for that. Dumping her bags on the floor, Kassandra. I applied my breast forms and slipped on my pink bra. Then I stepped into my pink thong. Very short and very tight black shorts were next and a halter top. I added my make-up, wig, a little jewelry and then a pair of platform wedge shoes. I arrived at the park and found guys sitting in their cars looking as if they were reading the newspaper. I stepped out of my car and started walking down past the cars. I was so nervous. They were all watching me! One of them waved me over. He asked if I had. I can’t take it any more. I want to be alone with you and fuck that fabulous ass of yours. I then realize that maybe we don’t have to be alone…I fight my way through the packed crowd and come up behind at the bar. You are pressed between some guys sitting at the bar waiting for the bartender when I squeeze in behind you. “Never saw so many people in here before,” you yell above the noise. “Yeah, I can hardly breathe” I say pressing up against your ass.“That’s ok, I got it,” you yell back.. I had to brush those thoughts away as I felt my itty bitty thong become saturated. Now was time to work, not play. I had all night for that. I freed my breasts and feeling horny and mischievous, sauntered around my house clad only in my moist thong. I worked for an hour and a half, until I had to charge my laptop. I looked at my desk, it was mostly clean. I rushed to my kitchen and ripped open the box like a kid on Christmas. There they were, in their pretty packages ready for me to rip them.