I mean, Jesus, remember the morning after our first date all those years ago? Hell, I still feel guilty about that to this day. And I learned my lesso... about that sort of relationship. When I was in Class A up in Lake County, I hooked up with a groupie for a while. I mean, you know, I was truly alone for the first time in my life. I thought it was casual, I guess. She was a hometown girl who didn't seem like the type to latch on. One evening at a bar, I overheard her telling one of her friends. "OMG! Has anyone cleaned the mirror yet?" she asked breathlessly."I don't think so." I have to see!" Meagan set up baring her body completely as she rushed to see the results of Peter's jerk off session. Peter was barely able to keep out of her way."Oh, that's so fucking hot!" Meagan screamed. "You absolutely coated this mirror with your spunk!" That's a double orgasm," Debbie explained from the kitchen. "I didn't clean the mirror up after last night either. I wanted to exadgerate the amount of. “Its fine Claire, you don't have to be afraid. “ I heaved; his proximity had a drawing effect on me. “I can’t….” I was going to protest but he stopped me. “Shhhh…Just relax Claire. It doesn't have to be complicated” Then he went on to trace his finger tips on my neck, then slowly to the center of my chest; I was already hypnotized. “I have to go” I got on my feet and strut quickly past him but he grabbed my hand and pulled me to his lap. “There’s no need to run Claire, it’s just for one night”. ’ Vanna opened her lips, sucked on the end of Vicki’s thumb and nodded. Vanna and Vicki arose off the bed and went to the center of the room. Ned remained in bed, dazed by his post-orgasmic glow. Vanna removed the remaining remnants of her lingerie. Vicki took Vanna’s costume from the closet and helped her don it. It was an O-dress: a red tight bustier without bra cups, elbow length black velvet gloves, a calf length gauzy skirt, knee high dark silk hose and tall black heels. The bustier left.