Millie opened her closet and began pulling out hangers covered with diaphanous material. She looked through them quickly and pulled one out and threw ...it on the bed. "That's yours. Now what should I wear." I pointed out a white, nearly sheer nightgown with an equally sheer cover. She giggled and tossed it on the bed as well. "Unzip me," she said, turning her back. I did and her dress dropped to the floor where she stepped out of it. She wore no bra and her panties followed quickly. I told her. "I just don't know!" Suit yourself," she rose as if to go. "I sure won't force you! You justhave a good old time getting back to your apartment -- by yourself! Imay even park down the street and watch the fun as you go struttingaround town with that body in those rags! Ta-ta!" No wait ---" Inside of me, my stomach had filled with butterflies atthe thought of having to walk down the street like this. "I'll do it. I-I'll clean for you, Leola." Promise? She insisted."How horrid! Being a man of my. Little problem." She sauntered over to the door, closed it and turned the lock. "Now," she said, "since you've seen so much of me, I'd like to see what you've been trying to hide down there."Carol came to where Bob was sitting and put her hand lightly over his crotch. "Are you going to do this, or shall I?" she smiled. Bob stood up, loosened his belt, unzipped his pants and let them drop to the floor. Then he pulled down his undershorts, his cock slapping heavily against his stomach as it came. Slowly leaning back she blinked wide eyes up at him, clearly stunned by the news. ‘What?’ Her question fell on deaf ears. The music was too loud, the crowds closing in and then she was being dragged away after Michael briefly leaned in to speak to Susan who’s own eyes widened. She nodded in understanding and let him pull Lyla away, further off the dance floor, through the throngs of crowds until cooler air hit her over heated skin. It was like cold water hitting her square in the face and Lyla.