They weren't marshaling to attack me, or even to defend anything. Instead, it was as if someone had said that there was about to be a wreck on the hig...way and they just wanted to watch. They were simply spectators, anxious to witness my disaster.Jenny, Julie, Eve, and Rose came barreling into the Dining Car, laughing and chattering excitedly. Abby and Hanna followed, asking, "What's going on?"I looked at Izzy with the slow resignation of the condemned being lead to the gallows."It seems,. I never moved out of my parents house, and while it saved me a bunch of money, it definitely put a damper on my social life. I had procrastinated on my costume, so I found myself scrambling at the last minute to come up with something. Out of ideas, I finally settled on the cheap idea of going as Michael Phelps. All I had to do was wear a speedo, hang a towel over my shoulders, and wear a few fake gold medals. I headed downstairs to our kitchen to eat something light before the party, when I. "What? You've already seen my tits," she said matter-of-factly at my look of amazement. "What does a little fabric matter?"I was speechless. I could only stand rooted to the spot as she dropped the wet shirt on top of the dryer. I watched as she unbuttoned her shorts and opened the zipper. Alex's beautiful breasts moved, swaying with her movements as she shimmied slim hips to push tight, wet denim and panties down and over the swell of her ass. Toeing off her wet tennis shoes she added all of. She had selected her outfit very carefully. She was dressed in a white corset with garters attached, matching thigh high white silk stockings, and a lace g-string. Perfect, Cat said in a deep purring voice, just the reaction I was hoping for. Without further ado, she crossed the room and kissed Greg deeply, then slowly kissing her way down to his loins, all the while removing his clothes. Smiling she opened her mouth, and took the head of Gregs cock into her mouth, sucking gently, and swirling.