Hoss stepped out of the booth but continued to block my view of her, though I'm sure Steve must have gotten to see her since Hoss came out on my side ...f the drape. In fact, I know Steve saw her because he audibly gasped."Okay, close your eyes, I'm coming out," she giggled. We heard the drape swooshing, then the footfalls of her heels as she stepped onto the wooden flooring area that Hoss had set up in front of the full-length mirror."Yes, now this is more what I had in mind. Okay, boys, I'm. Enjoy the show, I know I will." The screen scrambled for a moment then snapped back into focus.Cynthia was wearing a tight black cocktail dress and she looked good. The time notation was 7:55 PM. Jack watched as George kissed Cynthia and rubbed his hands up and down her back, lingering on her ass. He reached up and pulled her zipper down. It was hard to hear what was being said so Jack turned up the sound.The sounds of kissing and moaning filled the room. George took the shoulders of her dress. She walked around her bedroom in her lingerie, trying to figure out what she should wear. Damn it, I don’t have enough clothes, and I went shopping just last week, she thought. Just as she changed her pants for the nth time, she chided herself. This is supposed to be a serious project night, so stop being an idiot and get on with it. She finally decided on her favourite t-shirt and a pair of shorts she knew would show off her long legs innocently enough, and stacked up the books she had brought. She was so beautiful as she danced rubbing her slip and camisole over her bronze skin. She squeezed her boobs with the cami and ran her hands over her slip up her thighs, pushing the lace between her legs and rubbing her ass with it's silky body. The ivory VF Lace Piquant mini half slip and camisole against her skin simply looked delicious.Looking at me, She said, "For The Alliance" and took the camisole off over her head. She rubbed her boobs and lacy nylon bra with the camisole for a few.