.. like I was in the middle of a hugely busy street, with cars and trucks and busses whizzing by me on all sides, dangerously close. I couldn't take a... inch of a step without getting obliterated. I could barely breathe.So I sat there as quietly as I could, listening, and staring at Beverly's little yellow raincoat, and the rather large puddle underneath it. And when there was a pause, I wondered how I'd know when my mom was here, and how I'd be able to sneak out without disturbing them.... I guess I was preoccupied. “Go get them.” she said. I went into the bedroom, grabbing the panties from the bag on the dresser. When I got back to the couch, there was another text, “Put them on.” I was hesitant at first, looking around and wondering if she was watching or if anyone could see me, but then dropped my shorts and stepped into the panties, pulling them up. They were very sexy looking and hugged my ass perfectly. I felt the lace around my legs softly turn into the silky material. "What's wrong Marcia, are you jealous? You've had boys stick their tongue into your mouth and finger your hairy cunt," Jan said, knowing that Marcia would be shocked at her language and that she had never gone as far as she had just done."You know Anthony, when I was younger Marcia used to walk around thinking she was hot because she had tits and I didn't. Now tell me who has the hotter pair?" Jan asked as she stuck out her chest into Anthony's face."Jan baby, they sure do look nice," Anthony. And she even approached him.At the club, Ashley persuaded her boss to give her the rest of the night off. He finally relented, and then Ashley went back to the dressing room and changed into a normal outfit. She threw on a tight pair of hip-hugging jeans, a white blouse and a red varsity jacket, from the college she attended.After telling her friends at the club good-bye for the evening, the vixen got into her car and drove down to the diner.She was drawn to Michael, for whatever reason. He was.