Idiot. Take that thing off and put your stupid knit shirt back on first. God."I turned my back on her and complied. Turning back around, she frowned. ...Well, put on the jeans, and a pair of white socks, and you might be okay. Oh, and brush your hair and your teeth before anyone gets here!"And with that, she stalked out.My darling sister's eighteenth birthday party started at eight that night. It was her senior year of high school, and it was a Friday, and she'd met enough people to actually. "Mmm smells good b*o" she said, grabbing a seat at the table.We settled down at the table and tucked into our meal. We chatted away about the usual stuff, nothing out of the ordinary but in my mind there was awkwardness. Sarah had a low cut top on and I couldn't help but look at her cleavage. Something inside me was wanting it more and I really needed my hands on her. After dinner I cleaned up the plates and joined her on the couch. Not long after sitting down she made her move into her normal. I also like to go up stairs with men behind me having a good look at my arse. I was sitting in a burger bar, when a middle aged chap sat opposite me, he looked a bit of a dirty old man so I flashed him. I pretended to be looking elsewhere when I opened my legs and let him have a good look. His attention was riveted to my crotch. It felt deliciously wicked, I loved it. I was sure he was getting a hard on. As it was, I had to pop in to the loo and mop myself up. When I go without knickers, I've. Her prejudice against mixed marriages was a thing of the past. She had found that love was colorblind. It had been an amazing revelation.“Dan, are you still going with us for the week?” asked Ed wondering if his engagement to Claire had changed Dan’s plans.“You bet,” said Dan, “I’ve been looking forward to this ever since you called. I even went out and purchased a trailer for the ATV.”“We could have put it in the back of our trailer,” said Ed wondering why Dan would bother to spend so much.