We have a few drinks, go powder our noses in the toilet, the hit the pink champagne (yes babes no beer or “ale” in my fantasy’s!) The music was...pounding my senses, making me feel higher than I was already, everywhere I looked there was sexy hot chic’s and men that would look at me, undressing me and thinking really dirty, hot thoughts. All the while you were with me, feeling really proud that I’d changed so drastically and had somehow managed to get this magic confidence overnight. You were. "...The only girl's legs who I like seeing in tights right now is myown," I retort, earning 'ooh's from my friends."I bet there are loads of boys who enjoy seeing Ashley's legs too!"Cameron says, making me roll my eyes as I try not to blush."They can look all they damn well want, they're never going to get totouch," I state confidently."Not even George?" Lucy asks with a barely-concealed sneer."Ew," I reply, feeling a little bad about speaking about my friend insuch a way even though I know he. "I looked in the mirror. There was Gwen again, but with a sexier look, andthis time I didn't look that much like Anne. I wasn't sure who I lookedlike. Maybe this was Gwen. What Kate and Mary had done for the dance, wasthe makeup a seventeen year old girl would wear for a school dance. Thisnew look was very mature, and very sexy. I looked at Kate. She smiled,and said, "Welcome back girlfriend." Again, the girlfriend thing?", I asked."Sure. Girlfriend. And, you do look very nice." I do?" Yes.. I sigh with relief, yet feel more tense than before as the monsters stopped before I could finish.The woman rests against me as she catches her breath, her fingertips tracing over my extended arms and the greasy hands still trapping me to the door.Just then, a long veiny cock travels over my soft petals. I gasp, watching below as a Howler’s erection comes through an opening in the door, between our legs. It hardens from the soothing friction, gliding its impressive length from me to the.