“Sex? You could get that elsewhere. Great sex, even. Heck, I hear Jorge is pretty competent and he has high marks from Cindi, which says something. ...ou even admitted he’s your fantasy lover. And there would be others, I’m sure, if you looked. Emotional support? You think you can provide your own support, because you feel you always have, even though the rest of us might disagree. Or if you HAVE needed us, now that you feel you’ve ‘arrived’ you can safely dispense with us, like a used surgical. "You're so fucking wet already," he breathed, and I whimpered in agreement.I reclined my seat slightly and spread my legs even wider, letting my dress ride up around my hips as I adjusted myself. My thatch of red hair and wet little slit were now on full display as he pleasured me. The idea of someone being able to see into his low-riding car as they passed us crossed my mind, but it felt so fucking good I didn't care. In fact, I felt slightly turned on by the notion."Yes, baby; oh fuck, that. I then stopped at a store where Lexie bought a dress to be altered. I picked up her dress and then went home. I left the rings in the trunk of my car in one of the pockets. The week passed slowly but Friday night finally arrived. Lexie came home from work and took a long shower then started dressing. I was already dressed sitting in the family room watching the television. I had on a black pair of slacks and a white pullover knit short sleeve shirt. Lexie took over an hour to dress but when she. Finally a day came when a strong storm front was blowing in. I put on a thin white cotton sundress with nothing on underneath. It was already almost transparent - the shadow of my nipples could easily be seen. When the sun shown through the dress it was very evident that I had no panties on.Anyway, I got someone to take me to the far side of town. I live in a large city so that was about an hour away from my apartment. The storm had blown in and it was really pouring. It was about 10:00 am and.