Inside was a brief note detailing Dress Code for the day and a small ball of bright red yarn measuring ten feet. The note read:Victor,Today you will r...move your underpants or panties but keep the rest of your clothes on. But beneath them you must add the attached yard. You will do so in the following fashion:For girls: wrap the yarn about your waist, tying knot to secure it, then thread the yarn behind and up your butt crack in back and between your pussy lips in front. If wearing pants/ jeans,. It helped that I was topless.My husband, Jim, hit it off immediately with them. Especially when we learned that two of them had been in the Air Force as pilots the same as my husband. The third had also been Air Force, but he had been an enlisted man who worked in a missile silo.While Jim and the other two pilots talked flying Chet and I chatted away together. It turned out he was a fan of a rival college team of my college. So we hit it off as we had fun talking smack about each other’s team.. "Roland looked quizzical, "Some thing wrong?"She shrugged her shoulders, "I don't know, I went in to the garageand I'm sure some thing grabbed my foot, when I looked down the floor seemedto be moving, I'll leave my wrap until the morning," as she left to goup stairs he heard her mutter, "Must be the drink."They slept deep that night; Daphne woke with just 45 minutes toget the girls ready for the riding school. Roland staggered up just asthey were leaving. Three coffees later his mind went back. You don't have to come over anymore." he said."I didn't have to come over." I said. "I thought you liked me coming over. I thought we were friends." "Is that it?" He asked. "Or did you just like sucking my cock?" he smirked."No, I just liked hanging out with my friend." I said."Well now I'm going to hang out with my girlfriend after school, most days, so we probably can't hang out that much."I felt rejected. At first I thought that it was just because he didn't like me anymore, but then I.