Jorja was standing there, still wearing the same tight short dress she was wearing last night. I thought to myself, surely she couldn't remember what ...appened last night, she was knocked out cold. She knocked again, I had to answer, even if she might be pissed with me, there was an extremely sexy girl at my front door.I opened the door “Hey Jorja.”“Hey Tom.” She said in a bit of a shaky tone. She didn't seem like she was angry, she kind of looked confused.“Umm, what's up?” I asked to break the. I tried just playing with my self but that just wasn't good enough. So I went to the club to see Sheila. I was missing her anyway. When I got there the gurls told me she had left with a trick earlier and with one of the guys she spends the night with. But I had a great time chatting with everyone and realized how much I was missing them. We all talked and got tipsy. My new word for drunk. Well I decided to go back and called a cab, to tipsy, ok drunk, to walk. When the cab got there it was my. The dress was black, off her shoulders, cut low in the back, and extended to her calves. Her neck was bare. In fact, she wore no jewelry at all. She smiled when I expressed my approval, and shivered when I kissed her bare shoulder. ‘I hope you have a wrap to shield you against the cold,’ I said, and she produced a knit cape, black of course. Barbara’s dress was also black, with a white stripe around the waist, and her shoulders were covered. Clifford paid Barbara a similar compliment to the. Among other things… he replied. Other things? I’m sure you can imagine. I could definitely imagine and in fact I already had imagined. After seeing those shirtless pictures of him, I spent the next night alone in my bed rubbing my dripping wet pussy to a number of mouth-watering orgasms as I imagined his body on mine. Our texts over the next few days became more and more explicit as he told me what he wanted to do to me. It was getting to the point where I couldn’t concentrate any longer. All.