As I lifted my skirt and pulled my panties aside , showing them my perfect pink pussy, they were all shocked . A few people asked me to stop acting li...e a slut, but they shut up. . I looked at everyone sitting in the room and they all wanted me to have John’s cock in my mouth. I smiled and started sucking on it. “Oh, fuck,” John moaned. “That’s how I always wanted you to suck my cock,” I heard a friend saying to his girlfriend. “Get him to fuck you now,” my best friend said, and everyone. "We walked around the mall and not only looked in the shop windows, butalso the women walking around. I would tell her that something looksnice or that someone had a hideous blouse on. We walked around for anhour or so before we sat down again. Alexis and I came to the agreementthat I liked more conservative clothing. Nice skirts and blouses,dresses and the like. Nothing too flashy or trashy. More or less anaverage woman. I told her I just wanted to blend in, not stand out; butI still. He had also invited a girl over. The girl was gorgeous, and as I stared at the sexy pics in his phone, he told me he had invited her over, and that she was a super freak.When she finally came over, they started making out on the couch. After a while, I felt a tap on my arm. I looked over and her hand was touching me as she stopped kissing my friend. She leaned over and kissed me on the cheek.She then got off my friend’s lap and sat in mine, and I could feel the heat between her legs resting. John recalled seeing Joan Sims in her younger days swishingaround in just the same gown in an old 1950s black and white filmcalled Please Turn Over.As she returned, she smoothed her skirt and white nylon apron with tinysatin gloves that had a delicious lace frill on their cuffs, similar tothe taffeta frill on her apron that was secured with the most gigantictaffeta sash and bow that trailed down the back that mesmerising frock.The bra points of her black corselette jutted out and filled.