I felt like the dirtiest slut waking up every morning with panties soaked from the imaginary fucking in every position and place that I would get 3 or...4 nights in a week. If this was what he did to me in my dreams what the hell would he do to me in person??? I had to have him. It was a required need. I began to wear provocative tank tops that showed the curve of my heaving breasts, shorts that would entice him into looking directly at the forms of the fabric clinging to the pussy that so badly. In no time they had her giggling as they stared at her tits through the see through blouse. It was that obvious yes. They asked her to join them at a booth which was a little secluded but just across from me.She winked at me as she sat between them. She had another 2 drinks and one guy has his arm around her and his hand brushing her tit and she didn't refuse. I noticed her eyes closing sometimes and I noticed one guy had his hand between her legs feeling her pussy.one of them started kissing. "My name is Grace, what'syours?" Hi Grace, I'm Charlie and this is my mom, Vanessa," I said."Your mom? I thought you two were sisters. You look so much alike," Gracesaid.With that Grace go started on my face. She showed me what foundation touse, what eye shadow worked be for me, she showed me how to outline myeye and make my eyelashes pop with the mascara. She used a little blushon my checks and she said not many girls want their lips to be powerful,but I could really pull off a really nice red. .fucking? she asked, now not at all shy or demure. Maybe later I answered, First I want you to experience something that not many guys will do to a girl and Im sure you will enjoy it. Excitedly Jilly nodded her head, her bright blue eyes shining with glee. I had obviously hit on a subject she was keen to take part in, from being the least experienced girl in her class to doing something that she could brag about, that they hadnt. I motioned her over to the coffee table, laying the towel on it I.