The day came and Jane dressed appropriately - short black skirt, stocking and suspenders and high heel shoes with a low cut white blouse over a sexy b...ack bra and panties set.I wore - who cares what I wore?!She had a couple of drinks, Dutch courage before we left and kept telling me she was really turned on and her pussy was very wet in anticipation.After getting lost we eventually found our new to be friend’s house. Throughout the journey Jane had slugged away at a 1/2 bottle of something and. The fact that both of these events occurred within a relatively short time of each other indicated the likelihood of earlier, unknown events effecting civilization in a similar manner.In addition, as all previous attempts to curb her seeming disregard of the civil codes had been disastrous, or, at best, were of indeterminate effect, she was granted 'Carte Blanche' status; complete freedom to do as she wished. She was not to be brought before judgment again, ever.Although delighted with the. I was working my own fingers furiously as my brother squealed and bucked on the bench and the mans head was going fourteen to the dozen as he brought him to his peak and when he let go of him there was no sign of any cream so I knew it had been swallowed.A hand grasped my shoulder and I was so frightened I feinted, coming round after I don’t know how long. My dress was round my neck and a man stood over me having a good look at what was on view. He smiled in a very friendly way and asked if I. Strike while the iron was hot? That thought struck her, as she saw him glance back, from the door, and she said lamely, “I could rub some cream in if it will help.”A warm glance from those eyes and he was gone. Cassie heard his heavy footsteps hurrying up the stairs, and she stood for a moment gathering her thoughts. Was she really going to go through with what her trembling thighs were demanding? And hadn’t the front of his jeans told her something of his emotions? Cassie hurried up.