I wasn’t sure how much more of this I could take. I asked her, “Sweetheart, how much more?” She grinned at me and laughed, telling me, “Babe, ...e’ve only begun!” I groaned as she closed the door again. She stepped back in the room wearing nothing but a pair of panties and matching bra. She said, “I thought it’d only be fair for you to see a little of what would be underneath some of these things.” Ohh, I was rapidly losing my breath. They were Brazilian panties. Jacqui had schooled me a little. Neither of us were drinkers but I opened a bottle of Sam Adams Boston Lager that I poured into two glasses.We chatted about family matters. She also complained about how her boyfriend was neglecting her and that she feared he was also seeing someone else. The conversation turned to the upcoming Halloween night. Her teenage daughter was spending the night with Shelly's older daughter Sally at her house helping with the two little ones."Dad, I'm going to be alone in my apartment. We don't get. This was the cheerleader Ashley from Math class that always likesto wear her uniform to school and sit with her legs wide open. Sheactually was very hot. Nice D-cup boobs, 5' 6", slim, with that hint ofhourglass, dirty blonde hair, and bright blue eyes. Today was one ofher cheerleading days when she wore her small blue pleated skirt and V-top shirt. It showed a whole lot of cleavage.Brad was your average guy. 5' 10", a little on the fat side, brownscraggly hair, not too muscular, but just. Hell, he wasn’t too far wrong, as all the fudgies were home, not wanting to brave the chill that fall in Michigan brings.As it turned out, Billy and Susie were probably parking somewhere else entirely, as the guy who exited the truck was no teenager. Neither was the woman who, topless, exited the vehicle while he peered inside the second seat, checking I don’t know what.She evidently had figured that topless was not the look she desired that evening, as she kicked off her shoes, and slipped out.