I tried to think of something cool to say, but I was a little surprised that Ashley even bothered to notice, so the best I could come up with was, “... don’t mind one now and again,” as I took another swig. I drank the beer and sat at the table, feeling kind of grown up because I was hanging out with my sister and her friends, drinking beer with them. Before long, the boys were mixing bourbon and cokes for themselves and the girls, and the voices were getting louder, and the laughter more. I had to get to the car but i couldn’t run because of my heels. When i reached the car,even though it wasn’t quite far,my shirt was dripping wet. I wore a white shirt neatly tucked in my black skirt, that finished just below my knees. The wet shirt clinged on to my round breasts,which were not that big but sufficient enough to fit my slim and short stature at five feet six. My skin wasn’t that fair but i had the complete Indian skin. Almost all the guys back at work had a soft corner for me, i. She stands up slowly, curvy, white cheesecloth shirt and obviously no bra, dark brown nipples hugging the gauzy fabric and then piercing it as her nipples start to harden. She is now upright, smoothing the jeans over her thighs, then stretching backwards, forcing her nipples into more prominence and showing off her very prominent vee and the mound between her legs. Lycra jeans, and very low rise too, the tiny zipper is half-undone. Her hands go on to her hips and she looks straight at me. "Can. The biggest fantasy she had was to see two guys together. Mine was to play with a cross dresser or a she male. Little did I know……. Back to Halloween. One of her friends was having a party and it was costumes only. She had decided we should go as a pimp and ho. However, she was going to be the pimp and I was the ho. I readily agreed! The day arrived and she had already picked the costumes out. She gave me the code word, I was to be completely under her control for the night. No questions.