‘Hey Randy,’ Maria said seductively. ‘Where’s Stacy? This isn’t the Randy that I know. You’re always with a girl.’ As I was about to rep...y, Maria started kissing me, full throttle. When she was finished, she asked, ‘Does Stacy kiss you like that?’ ‘Speak of the Devil,’ I thought. Stacy was right behind her. I saw her eyes, filling with tears, sorrow, and anger. ‘Randy, how could you?’ she asked. As I was about to reply, I saw Maria, happily smirking. ‘She kissed me, Stacy,’ I replied. ‘You. We had been to a black bar in South London, I always go commando and I was dress in a leather min skirt, tight low cut blouse, hold ups and thigh length leather boots, and Sally was dressed in a similar way. We had had a good night Sally had been taken home by a guy and I had been fucked in a back room by two young West Indian guys, they had kept my bra as a trophy.I asked if the bar had a reliable taxi company, they rang a company and it arrived after fifteen minutes. I got into the front seat. What to wear, what to wear, she wondered. Linda decided she didn't have the right dress, which would have been more in the gown category, but wanted to make a good impression. Good enough so as to get laid, she told herself, and giggled like a little girl.Ultimately, she decided on a long black skirt, which swirled around her ankles, and slipped into a chartreuse colored blouse. Almost, but not quite formal, she thought, and after several long glances at her reflection in the mirror, she. She came back in to the room, hair up in a bun with a white towel that ended just under her ass cheeks, holding those perky tits up so that bunched up to form some nice cleavage, barefooted with clean white painted toenails on the soft carpet of her room. She locked the door behind her and came over to me, sitting on my lap, legs wrapped around my lower back. ‘I can feel your little surprise already warming up to me in those jeans,’ she smirked then bit my lip. She started removing the towel,.