The number of people who shed some or all of their clothing had increased from when Glen and I were at the pool the day before. I tried to look away,... but it seemed there was someone naked no matter where I looked.A man and woman, both of them naked, came over to where we sat. Jenny smiled and said, "Hi, Mom, hi, Dad. These are our new friends, Megan and Glen. This is my mom and dad, Mr. and Mrs. Weaver." We're pleased to meet you," Mrs. Weaver said.I couldn't get over how relaxed Jenny's. Body wash, paying extra attention of course to my rock hard cock. I cleaned up and of course wanted to reward myself. I bent over in the shower like a slut and reached around to start playing with the plug again. Pulling it out to the widest point and shoving it back in. I can't tell if I'm moaning involuntarily or because I want to be this bent over slut in the shower and I want to be good at it. God I wish this was a big black cock pumping inside me. I need more than this plug. For now I show. I looked down at my uniform and felt like if I had spend one moresecond dressed like that I would die. I started ripping off my clotheslike they were made of poison ivy.I found myself looking at the outfit he was wearing, and wantedsomething like it more than I wanted my next breath. I begged him,downright begged him to let me borrow something feminine from him.I didn't start feeling human again until I was dressed like this. Bythat time, the guy/girl had left, but before he did, he said. I began to get hard but I willed myself to relax as I had to get moving. The gallery was a converted warehouse in a neighborhood that was undergoing a revitalization and I actually felt safe crossing the semi-darkened street. I greeted the host and his wife and accepted a glass of wine and began to walk around admiring the art work and greeting the other members. Darlene arrived about an hour later and after greeting the hosts she slowly approached me. She looked like a million dollars in a.