Maybe Mike? God, I have no idea what his name is, if it's even him. I felt like such a slut.I felt his right hand running up my naked back as he fucks...me, and I suddenly wonder where my clothes are. I can still feel my socks on my feet and up my calves, but I don't think that I am wearing anything else. I don't even feel my shoes. I gasp as he pounds into me particularly violently, and I struggle to remember what happened to my tie. I liked that tie.I don't remember anything between doing. I watch with increasing panic as the figure advances, the distance quickly narrowing. I stand and ready myself to run, when my eyes focus and I suddenly recognized the person walking towards me. A big smile spreads itself across my face. It’s you, the sweet man that I have come to so love and desire. You open your arms, smiling at the surprised look on my face. ‘I thought I was to be with out you tonight.’ I say breathlessly as I feel myself wrapped in your embrace. You nuzzle my neck, kissing. I sat on the end of my bed in a puddle of petticoat watching her as shemade herself up and got dressed, my stomach now doing somersaults as thetime for my performance approached. Eventually, it was time and Sarahhelped me into my dress. First on was the white taffeta underdressfollowed by the flimsy translucent organza top dress. She settled itperfectly over the full petticoat then fussed with the bow at the backto get it, just so. It felt gorgeous as the two contrasting materialsrubbed across. My Dad swears that every time he has to go inside for a refill, the game hots up, and by the time he is back in his seat he's missed either three wickets or twenty runs!"Sian picked up my hand, and Julie smacked my wrist. Malcolm chuckled."You do realise how much trouble we'll be in if it gets out to the wider world that, raher than mow the grass or do summer chores at home, men prefer going to cricket matches to sit in the sun, natter and drink beer?"Go on then, Jon, hurry up and get the beers.