I liked the name,and used it whenever I would get dressed. Only twice in the past hadanyone every seen me dressed this way, and both times it had been...myMother. Each time she had merely told me to change clothes, which ofcourse I did as quickly as possible. As I grew older, I had begun to tryusing makeup, doing my best, however bad that was. I had on the blueskirt with a pink blouse, my hair brushed back into a ponytail, I woreblusher and lipstick, my feet in the black heels, standing in front. Do you think I would let our boss see you like this? Hell we would all get fired and if it got out that you worked in his firm he would have to close his doors. So quit fucking crying like a baby."I looked at her and said, "You fucking bitch."Of course I regretted it as soon as I said it, but it was too late. I tried to apologize, but she looked so angrily at me. Her face was red and contorted in anger. I knew something bad was going to happen. And it wasn't something as easy as being made to. I started ramming her ass, spanking it, my balls we slapping against her thighs. I started fingering her clit as her husband was inside her pussy and me in her ass, she finally attained her orgasm. I pulled put and lay beside them.She got off her husband, removed my condom and took my cock into her mouth, she made my cock really wet with her mouth playing with my balls. Her husband got behind her and thrust his cock into her, all the while she was giving me a blowjob. She started giving me head. When their touching lips part to welcome each other's tongue, Rosy puts her hand on Jill's waist and Jill's hand finds a comfy spot just under Rosy's breasts.As they make their way to the restaurant, the tips of their tongues engage in a delicate little dance, not wanting to go too far too fast. This is the final night they'll be virgins to the opposite sex, and they want to savor and enjoy every moment.As Allie pulls into the restaurant parking lot, Carla turns around to the back seat, "How.