Marty looked up at him and asked, ‘You want to date me? I? That it?’ ‘You got it. The date is personal — not part of the entertainment.’ ‘... could do with a private party. Want to come home with me?’ ‘I’d love to.’ The man took back his little G-string, tried to stuff his semi-erect cock into it and finally gave up. ‘Lead the way lady.’ Laughing, feeling odd with her bold actions in front of the others, Marty took the man’s hand and led him out of the dance room. She was anxious to get the hunk. "Her drink came and she downed it without stopping. "Another?" she said, holding up the glass."You shouldn't drink so fast when you're overheated," he said, and turned her face and kissed her. "You smell good." You must like the smell of sweat," she said, then smiled, her disposition suddenly improved by his remark. Her drink arrived and she picked it up. "I need this one, too. I'll be nicer now." Take your time, baby, we got all night," he said."Oh. Well, I'd better tell you now, I can't stay. She was wearing the same white blouse but this time I could tell she was wearing a bra under it, her tits weren’t jiggling about as they'd been the previous day. Another difference was that she wearing a black knee length skirt instead of the slacks and as she got into of the car, the skirt rode up and I got a brief glimpse of her surprisingly shapely legs well above knee high. Hazel blushed and apologised the ‘accidental’ flash then adjusted the skirt and we headed out for dinner. The brief. Next to her Emma was cradling a mug of hot chocolate as if it was a newborn child. They could hear Paul snoring upstairs. This wasn't quite the raucous recreation of a childhood sleepover they'd planned. Sophie had suggested it the week before. A chance to have a giggle and pretend to be young again. Wear their old nighties, gossip about the people they fancied, watch bad movies, eat too much ice cream. It meant Emma's partner being booted out of the way of course but that wasn't the end of the.