Just as I sat down the doorbell rang. It was April. She told me that still being new here and Tim and the k**s were gone she was kinda freaked out. Sh... had a glass in one hand and a bottle of wine in another. She said maybe if she gets drunk enough she could go home and pass out right away! I invited her in. We ended up putting a movie, which was a waste because all we did was talk through it. I got up to make another drink and she handed me her empty glass and told me more please. I made the. That called for a comment."Why, Miss Schwartz. Were you planning on getting lucky?" I asked, as I unfastened the stays on her stockings.She affected Mae West. "Luck's got nothin' to do with it."I found the foundation much easier to unhook from the back side. Once I had it unfastened, I let her take it from my hands. It gave me a chance to marvel at her marvelous back. My hands slowly pushed down her naughty red panties, but my eyes were all about the shape of lovely ass."My dear, in all my. " My eyes adjusted to the dim overhead light and I realized there were stacked boxes of beer and liquor. The room was even slightly chilly as if the AC was purposely turned up. My nipples became hard as rock as a shiver passed over me from the combination of temperature and apprehension. "I've been watching you sulk at the bar for a while now, you get stood up by your boyfriend?" I debated telling him I was newly single but maybe an imaginary boyfriend would lend some protection since I had no. Every one of them was, in my eyes, fuckable!"Do you think you could spare us some of that water?" the parasol man asked looking at the bottle laying by my side."Certainly," I answered as I threw the bottle at him. He caught it one handed and passed it to one of his friends who opened the bottle and drank some before passing the bottle to the third man."Thank you, kind mermaid." I'm not a mermaid," I responded, "and you know it!" Very true. If you were, I wouldn't have been able to stroke your.