Our frat and their sorority are next to each other and given our common interests we had a monthly event called hot house. The first Saturday of every...month our frat would turn up the heat in the house to be in the 80s and invite the girls over for noon. We would set up brunch, all nice and classily, but to enter the house you needed to lose your clothes, or for many of the girls, the robes they threw on leaving the house. We had all drank a few bloody Marys and were all hard or wet. The girls. I peeled off my clothes and immediately put on a pair of the thong panties, they weren’t the mini G-string type, more they design intended to be invisible under clothes, tight fitting without being unpractical, next I put on the matching comfy looking bra. It was plain white, with extensive padding but a nice smooth finish, it was quite stretchy and fit me incredibly well. I rearranged my junk as I planned to try on the tightest jeans I bought, they were a struggle to pull up, and I resorted to. Where do you have in mind?”She grinned. “How about the kitchen? I’ve made spaghetti sauce – won’t take but a few minutes to boil some pasta and make a salad.”“Great idea. Now I won’t even have to put shoes on!”That’s my Case! My Case?Thirty minutes later they were seated at the small table in the kitchen, plates of spaghetti in front of them, along with a salad and slices of warm French bread.Anastasia poured them each a glass of cabernet sauvignon. “You’re not flying tomorrow, so why not. Had I the presence of mind, I would have tossed the wet cloth into the thing’s face, so full of revulsion do these imbecilic things fill me. After I have done this, Itelyssia looks up. Still breathless she says,“Ah, Kayla, I’m glad you’re here my beauteous girl.”“My lady forgets that she is in a vastly different class of beauty to one as humble as I.” “Oh never mind about that,” she laughs. “I must take some refreshment now and will return presently. Wait here for me, the two of you.”“Yes, my.