Sandra O'Connor had come slinking into the store wearing a dress so old you could almost see through it, and had asked for a twenty-four inch zipper f...r her mother. Jake had told her that he thought there might be one in a box up in the attic and he'd have to show her. It wasn't until after they'd climbed up the fold-down ladder to the loft that Beth Ann had suddenly realized Jake hadn't been up in the attic for over a year, and wouldn't have noticed anything at all about sewing notions even if. The women are both relaxing and getting into a sort of three way grind fest between us all in the middle of the dance floor. I realized just about then that this night was going to be a little bit different than I could have ever expected.I rarely wear underwear when I go clubbing, they just seem to get in the way. Not that anything usually happens, but when Chrissy danced behind me as I was grinding on Bethany, and unzipped my pants to reach in and grab my cock; I am reminded as to why I do. But then they fucked up and built a roof over it and I could only fire the fifty towards the gate. I do a quick threat assessment and realized we are royally fucked! I thought there were several hundred banditos, but a quick estimate puts the number at well over a thousand. And they are being smart as hell this time, they are keeping us busy at the front gate while there's even more trying to get to the back fence.I haven't closed the hatch yet when Bob runs over and yells, "Is everything okay. Oo. Ooooo."What cute little mewing sounds she's making. Just like..." Frederick!" But she is." Not yet." OK, OK."Huh? Just like what? Or who?"Now unhook your bra, Lauren Rose. It's time to show us your breasts." But aren't you going to take your clothes off?" Soon, sweetheart. Soon. Now please take off your bra."I always liked this part, where I reached behind myself, unhooked my bra and let it fall to the floor. But things weren't going according to the rules."AH! They're gorgeous. Look how.