I ran off to the car and put the tassel on the rear-view mirror. “I’ll be back.”“Amber! Your party?” cried Mom.“Don’t mess up my lawn!�... bellowed Daddy.I gunned the engine loudly, then drove off the lawn as sedately as I could. Okay, so I didn’t exactly come to a stop at the end of the driveway; in fact, it’s probably a good thing the cops were busy elsewhere that day. I made it to Becky’s just as she and her family was getting home. I grabbed her arm and pulled her to the car, and we roared. . it was hardly the first time I'd been ogled, though rarely by another woman ... and never at all by another woman in her own home while dressed in little more than a silk sheet. Maybe it was the wine but I began to feel more comfortable with the situation ... and to get less careful in keeping the robe (bought for May's more ample figure) entirely closed as I helped gather the dirty dishes and as we moved through to the sitting room.Another glass of wine went down well and I began to feel. “Hello, Elsa,” he replied warmly, turning to face her and finding her wearing only a white towel. It was knotted between her prodigious breasts, and only covered her to just below her ample bottom. Elsa was not an overweight woman, but she made a bloody good armful. She and Smythe had grown close, of late. Her sandy hair fell loose about her shoulders, and her brown eyes watched him hungrily.“Care for some company?” She asked coyly as she reached for the knot in the towel. When Smythe nodded,. There was another black man waiting for him at the entrance. He told Steve to stand and wait. Steven heard what sounded like an auction going on. The voice of an auctioneer on a loud speaker. The bidding was up to ten million than fourteen million until the auctioneer shouted sold. The black man nodded and Steve entered the room. Steven’s eyes got really wide when he saw Becky standing there completely naked except for a pair of black heels. The heels were at least 6” spike heels. Becky looked.