Regretfully I turn away, scurry towards the kitchen, pretty diamante heels clipping and clopping beneath me. I hate the heat of their gaze upon my bac..., despise the fact that my thighs aren’t fleshy enough to hide the gentle swell and soft pouting lips of my sex from their lascivious stares, desperately resist the urge to place my hands across my buttocks so as to conceal its undulations from their undeserving eyes.I clatter into the kitchen; eyes flitting towards the partly consumed vodka. Looking at her brother and biting her lower lip, she slowly crossed her legs. In doing so, she lifted her right leg several inches higher than necessary as she crossed it over the left. The effect was to give a brief but clear view up her skirt. Because the skirt was so short, there was enough light to illuminate the crotch of her white cotton panties. With her legs crossed, you could no longer see her panties, but shapely thighs were visible, far up the tight denim miniskirt."And then this,. Her pants dropped to the floor to expose her white bikini-style panties."Yes?" I asked, dropping my own pants."And say we come back to the room after the wedding?"She was pulling the sweater over her head."There'll be a luncheon after the wedding but okay, say we come back to the room?"I pulled my sweater over my head."We could leave the luncheon early."We unbuttoned our shirts and placed our clothes on my desk."Yes, we don't have to stay long," I said, thinking of the eyes that would follow us. "Shit, it must have been hard for you?" Rebecca tried to console her."Yeah! It was tough. I think that's the worst, y'know? Going through all the grief, the rejection stuff, and having to suffer that smug arsehole Arnold and his ilk." Look, I'm sorry I laid into you a bit back there. Honestly, I didn't know about you and Robert!" Water off an old duck's back. I admire you, Rebecca. You get out there - find yourself a good man - then charge into the wolf pack and give them the big finger. I wish.