”“Right.” Violet, who was now Vixen, gulped as a white Toyota Camry pulled up in front of them.Inside sat a plump elderly man wearing a plaid sh...rt and denim jeans.“He looks like blue-collar Santa Claus,” Vixen whispered into Starlet's ear, and in a sense, he did.What he lacked for in beard, he made up for with demeanor. His wrinkled mug highlighted kindly smile lines. Droopy grey eyes peered out under his weathered folds.The only certain thing, Vixen thought, was neither of them were going to. I had seen him once or twice before, but only briefly. For some reason I wasn't angry that he had got into the house, and almost immediately, Jim rolled over towards me and pulled my knickers down. Marc must have know what he was doing, it was so obvious. I remember when he brought his hand back up my legs he touched my pussy and I was soaked. I had no idea where it had come from!" I didn't protest, so he pulled me close and kissed me. As he did it, the sheets dragged down and my boobs popped. She continued to dress and check her reflection as each new article of clothing was added. As soon as she zipped up her high heel boots she sent Terry a text that she was ready. He knocked on her bedroom door and was invited in. When he entered her room dressed as she had requested, it filled her with a lust and desire that she had not known. Megan had been sitting in her desk chair with her legs crossed so Terry could enjoy the sight of them. Her skirt was so short that it had ridden up when. "Are we free on Saturday night?" I asked."Nothing we can't cancel", she replied, a little breathless and clearly excited herself. *The work week passed agonisingly slowly. Each spare moment found me wondering what a blackout party was, and what we should wear, what we should bring, etc. The host bluntly refused to take my calls and texts, except once by text, stating "No words, no dress code, no hangups, no worries."Finally, Saturday rolled around. I opted for casual black slacks and a maroon.