“I hate it,” she admitted. “It was a gift from an old boyfriend and I wore it once for him and never went out in it. It is sluttier than the dre...s, isn't it.”“Yeah, I guess,” said Jana, still not understanding where her roommate was going with it.Vicky sighed.“It can't be helped then, I guess,” she said.Then she twirled about and went back into her room, her blond ponytail swinging behind her. A few minutes later, Vicky emerged wearing the outfit. It was quite obvious that she wasn't wearing. ..eight floors....she pushed her wide hips back hard against him and felt, for the first time, his cock, heavy and eager against his trousers. Seven floors. His lips were at the nape of her neck just as his fingers found her soft wanting cervix and she felt herself tightening, the unexpected influx of sensation working to push her over the edge.Five floors. She bent over just enough to put her purse on the floor, the wet sound of her grabbing pussy covered by the small talk of. I just sat there, slowly stroking as my mom went around my room picking up my dirty laundry. When she finished, she glanced up at me."And what about those clothes?" she asked.I didn't know what she was talking about."The ones you are wearing."I gasped."Those are old too yah know. Give them to me. I want to do all the laundry."I didn't move. There was no way I could just take off the clothes I am wearing."Come on, son," she sighed as she approached me.She dropped the other clothes she had next. As we walked away I heard Sara moaning from John obviously fucking her again.The walk home from Sean's house was quiet and in my mind, very tense. When we walked inside our house, Megan was studying me, probably trying to gauge how angry I actually was. I don't think she judged my level of anger accurately because as we entered our bedroom, she flirtatiously stripped again with a naughty smile on her face. Perhaps she was still feeling the effects of the molly I thought.She started by lifting.