“Well…..anybody need a refill,” Greg said, getting up from the table and giving the two of them a look that said ‘could we please not talk abo...t this’. Laura and Shay couldn’t help but laugh at him. “No thanks Greg,” Shay said “I gotta get home.” She stood up from the table to get ready to leave and ended up stumbling and bumping into the table. “Whoa, there girly,” Laura said and rushed over to help her, “I don’t think you’re going anywhere tonight.” “Yeah…you can stay in the guest. She stopped and took off her black-rimmed glasses. ‘You’re blurry now.’ She giggled, then dove into my chest, searching and exploring with her hands, while I returned the favor. Her sports bra was next to depart, bored with the scene. I threw out all pretense and scoured her body with my eyes. Every curve and line, her hardening nipples (due to the cold, I’m sure, not excitement), the sleek line of her shoulders I committed to memory in a single moonlit second. My hands found her trembling. As we were slowly walking out with the cart, I kept on innocently prattling on, pretending not to notice the huge bulge in his cut-offs, making him walk kind of funny, as he kept eyeing the rapidly widening crease between my legs. (Remember those Speedos.) As he started loading the bags in the back seat, I started trembling at the enormity of what I was about to attempt — afraid of how he would react, and not quite sure how to begin. I noticed he was quite flushed and nervous as I coyly. "I think we should go to the field. Go and get dressed while we slip acouple of dresses over our lingerie before we will all go into thefield." Simone shuffled away and across the hall to the kitchen where herother clothes were. She slipped off the maids outfit before slipping on alittle black skirt that came just above her knees. Over the top shepulled on a sleeve-less Lycra top that hugged her breasts, before sheslipped on some mules and headed out towards the back door. Waiting forher were.