The company was drab, the conversation boring, and the winter weather foul. Rain poured down all weekend, rattling on the roof and windows like pellet... of lead thrown by gale force winds.The fires burned warm but all else was dreadful.My new blue dress was ill fitting satin that gripped too tight in all the wrong places, chaffed my neck, pinched my waist and made the most cacophonous row every time I moved I hated the damnable thing, shining in its wet look sky blue obnoxiousness, and I longed. The first few minutes in the car was filled with small talk until Kris turned her head in my direction. “George was right about you,” she said. “Right about me? I don’t get it, what was he right about?” “You’re a really nice guy,” she said with a smile. “I haven’t met too many lately. My last boyfriend was cheating on me and when I called him on it, we broke up.” “Cheating…on you?” “Yeah,” said Kris, “and I think it was with more than one woman. Anyway, I was complaining to George and telling. She had an active fantasy life and no inhibitions now about sharing it with me. Debra loved talking dirty!I had always been out there about my stuff but Debra took some time to feel comfortable with her own unique Debra-brands of kinkiness. When she finally got there though I had a hell of a time keeping up! She discovered in herself a very strong but hitherto latent bi-sexual streak, which took her completely by surprise, but voyeuristic inclinations she knew had always been there. Debra loved. I did everything my sisters and I used to read about in magazines.Tommy and I drank some booze and he and I had a great time. I showed him my outfit under my clothes. He let me wear some of his sisters clothes to finish my outfit.I took off my jeans and sweatshirt and put on a bra and a short skirt.He enjoyed my soft thin body and later that night he used lots of lubricants and he made love to me. Tommy had read magazines also and he kept calling my bottom an ass pussy. Tommy played with me and.