After checking their bag for materials, Alex realized, "Shit...I thinkwe forgot a lighter..."They double and triple checked the bag, and turned out al... of theirpockets, but there wasn't anything there. Desperate, they decided to tryand get into this abandoned store. Surely some maintenance guy left somematches or something they could use...and in any case they might findsome cool stuff to take.They conveniently found that the padlock on the backdoor was very weakfrom rust, and it didn't take. Your black split-crotch panties were held in the spotlight…. A low murmur went around the group….”Seemed like a hoity-toity sort…now look at her, the slut !” Hands reached out to stroke your thighs…then the guy nearest cupped your bare crotch, his roughened fingers working between your thighs…” You gave a series of strange whinnies, rising on tiptoe as those fingers delved and probed…”Bloody hell…she’s streaming wet , the dirty cunt !” The guy pulled his fingers away…holding them up to glisten. ..my nipples tingled at the thought of you, then when you came up my drive, my pussy twitched!” she said, “My co-worker told me when a woman gives a guy a blow job he comes right back because he missed sticking it between her legs.” “She might be right,” I said sheepishly. “Is that why you came to see me this afternoon then?' Auntie commented. “I guess you have me figured out....” I replied. Our usual cup of coffee was enjoyed with her standing touching my side. I noticed she still had on. "That's why I'm not wearing any panties today. The question is where?"It took Tom a moment to recover his aplomb. "Well, the firm has an apartment for out-of-town clients..."Again she interrupted. Standing up, she said, "Finish your coffee and let's go."And so began three months of Tom cuckolding his friend Bob.On the afternoon in question, the day of the Formal Night at the Club, Tom and Jane met at the apartment. Though used to each other by then, they were still in serious heat and lust..