The shotgun was all the backup she needed."Why? What's this all about?" the fat man whined, still not understanding what was happening."It's like this... lard-ass! You fucked up! You picked the wrong girl to jump out of the bushes on! You should have never tried to rape Lana with that puny little thing you call a prick. So now you pay!" Stacy said. She could see how much Lana was enjoying watching the poor excuse for a man squirm."But--" Charlie sputtered, trying to say something in his defense,. And with her new fan club of guys this was going to be one hell of a night. We had planned it to be the coming Friday night and with it only being Monday. They should be plenty of time to get the guys together. As the week goes by we get confirmation form about six guys that they are happy to meet Friday night. With this being a big event I go online shop for a slutty outfit for Mrs C. After a shot time I found a cracking one crotchless and pvc with open breasts area. Perfect I thought. All. Her battle avatar was the first to run up to her and give her a great big hug. The only person missing was Queen Bitch. Before she could be attacked with a thousand and one questions, an older white male wearing an all white suit approached her. The people here kept their distance from him. The only non-white thing he wore was a black eye-patch covering his right eye. Flanking behind him was a short female in a blue business power suit. Her tight bun complimented her half-moon glasses. Ladybug. Suddenly the TV remote was not working and she asked me to check it. So I went to her sofa and sat beside her. Unknowingly I had sat on her saree pallu. She told me that she should prepare food and she got up from the sofa. Her saree pallu slipped from her shoulder and now she was standing in front of me showing her milky juice boobs in blouse. I could see her erect nipples from her blouse. My dick was struggling inside my pants. I said sorry. She said it’s ok and she suddenly put her pallu.