Maybe we can stop by his store on the way, pick up some… accessories.”“You’re sick, Bit.”“You’re coming, Alice.”Steamy-fog still clung...to the top of the bathroom mirror as Alice leaned into the vanity, palms pressed flat like she was bracing herself from falling. She looked stunning but felt empty, hollow. Her long blonde tresses were being held by a thick black headband allowing her loose ringlets to cascade down, framing her face. Gorgeous.She hadn’t packed much in the way of party attire, so. I stepped closer to Mark, and he reached out and hooked his fingers downward to touch my pussy. He said he couldn't believe how wet I was, and then he slid two fingers inside me. His fingers were thick and it was a tight fit, but it felt so fucking good, especially as he began to pump his fingers in and out of me as his thumb played with my clit. I wrapped my arms around him and his teeth nipped at my nipples, and it wasn't long until I felt my pussy tighten around his digits and I squealed for. '"Sure sweetie, but take one of the small ones, and be sure to bring back what you don't use." Mrs. Cort cautioned."Okay, I'm off to Benny's," I told them, "We'll be there by eleven, if not sooner. See ya there!"Even if we'd managed to get everyone who was even a peripheral member of the group we usually spent our idle hours with, it would have been no more than a dozen. Erik Osterhaus was in Portland with his parents. Sissy Mitchel was stuck babysitting her baby brother. The Carmody brothers. . since 1915.In the elevator was an iron wheeled wood handled dolly. I shrugged, grabbed the dolly single handed and slid the drill motor ... mostly by pushing it with my feet (Quite a Feat) ... onto the dolly. I stacked the tool box on top and squeaky squealed my way to the elevator, shut the counterweighted horizontal rattly doors and pushed the (1) down button. I raced it down the stairs. I won.Kenny was in no mood. Since draft beer was a quarter a glass and he had spent all my quarters at.