Base, eyeliner, eye shadow, lipstick – if I looked like I was even going to protest, she put her finger to my lips to hush me. Finally she pulled a ...londe wig out of her closet and put it on me. “We’ve let your hair get a little longer, but it isn’t quite long enough for this yet. Give it a couple of months, we’ll get there.” Obviously she was saying she planned to do this again, probably more than once. I wanted to cry, but was almost numb. I couldn’t find the tears, and besides it would have. As I touched her clit, Erica sucked in a deep breath. She then separated her legs even further pressing one against Will and the other against me. She was sitting there with her legs spread wide open watching Will, as he watched me separate her pink rose petal like inner lips. I dipped my finger into her dripping opening. She thrust her hips upward and my finger slipped deeply into her.I didn’t have to tell Will to touch her pussy. He started lightly stroking her vulva. I pulled her inner lips. I hurried to do my after work chores of shopping and making myself something to eat, cleaned myself up and headed to the club. It was getting close to midnight by the time I found her and she did not fail to make good on her earlier promise. I asked her if I could get her a cocktail and she agreed. We spent the next hour or so chatting and dancing. While dancing we made many a head turn as we made quite a spectacle of this public form of foreplay. It didn’t take long after she asked if I would. " It seems from Jeff's account that just the thought of the red lace bra, red lace panties, red hold-up stockings, and black heels she had worn the day before made him shudder, and perspire with desire. Jeff continued, "At Joel's house, I could see from the front door as they had gone in how mad Joel was about her. Clothing was sprawled everywhere as they stripped off and he couldn't wait to get to her. Her hair had been styled in an upward wave with jewels, which he pulled out and then her.