I put my hand under my arm and, sure enough, I felt pretty sweaty under there. Ugh. I stood and thought for a minute, my shirt in my hand. And then sh... knocked on the door. ‘Can I come in?’ she said, her voice muffled. I cracked open the door and she peeked through the opening. ‘Hi,’ she said, ‘do you mind?’ ‘No, I don’t mind.’ I opened the door wide. ‘Come on in.’ She stepped into the bedroom. ‘It’s hot out there,’ she said. ‘It’s not much better in here.’ ‘But it’s nicer in here. I can talk. When the pleasure subsides I laugh and thank god silently that I didn’t wet myself.I fast forward to the bit where we walk back to my house, and head straight for the best bit. Oh dreaming is such fun. It’s almost as though I’m watching a movie and we are co-starring. We get back to my house, and as soon as we are through the door, we are tearing at each other, our mouths starved, our fingers frantic. In just a short time, we are on the floor just inside my front door abandoning ourselves to. I could tell she was still nervous but not as much as I think the drink had given her much needed courage for what was about to happen.Rihanna stood there in her shiny black high heels, sheer stockings and suspenders as we all feasted our eyes on her perfect body. Her tits were smaller than I expected but were pert and looked firm. Her tiny waist held the suspender belt, her stomach was totally flat and toned and her delicate arms were by her sides. She parted her legs a little, her shaved. She reached her finger under Janice's chin and turned her face up to her. "Don't worry, sweetie, I don't bite... or at least not hard," Felicia laughed. Then she reached her hands out and touched Janice's shoulders softly.Janice stood stiff, unmoving.Felicia ran her fingertips up and down Janice's arms. Then she leaned forward and kissed the nape of her neck.In spite of herself, Janice shivered just a little. Then she felt Felicia's tongue on her neck, flicking across her sensitive skin. She.