.." She wore a waist length, grey fauxfur jacket dappled with black, and a black, skin tight micro skirt withblack patterned pantyhose and patent mule.... She had a fuschia fascinatorin her hair, matching minimal jewellery of the same colour and a clutchbag in her hand.Simon was determined to pass off his appearance with a clever quip. "Yourdear grandmother's coat-stand," he said, and laughed. It soundedpathetic, even to him. Needless to say, the girl almost sneezed a guffaw."Where's your. Phillip held up the mask and was about to make some joke, but Penelope screamed again. "That's the face I saw! I knew I saw someone out there, I knew it!" It looks like some farmer's scarecrow," said Phillip. "Probably nothing. Might have been lying out there for days without us noticing." Someone was out there," said Penelope. Her voice was flat. "Someone wearing that mask. It was probably one of your precious darkies. They're probably planning to kill us all in our sleep. We’ll wake up. Your soft lips, your wonderful body, your hot skin, your magical touch. I think about the times we've shared. Thoughts swirl through my mind. My hands can't stop now. I need you.My fingers slide down from my clit into my wetness. I play with my soft swollen lips, stroking them gently, feeling my arousal. I spread my thighs and slide one finger inside. God. . . . Slow then quick, teasing myself as my arousal builds. My other hand drops from my breast and moves down my tummy to my clit. I circle. ...yes, even if its sex! At 8.16 PM, there was a gentle knock on my door. My heart skipped a beat, well almost. I was all ready by then, my T shirt and shorts on, well perfumed and smelling good.I opened the door and heard a hello. Lisa stepped in and before even looking at each other in detail, we gave a hug- Aussie style. She was smelling great too.I smiled at her and scanned her from head to toe as she was doing to me. She looked gorgeous to me though being a mother of 3 k**s. She was.