Now you want me to spend the night worrying about what Cathy’s going to do?” She said, exasperated.“I know it’s not the ideal situation, but I... feel bad for her. Her doctor says she has Borderline Personality Disorder, which makes it hard for her to make or keep friends. I thought we could stay near her at the munch. Help her make some new friends and keep her out of trouble. In addition to helping her, the upside is, if she makes other friends, she’s less likely to bother us,” he pleaded.“It. " She paused for a moment and then she shook her head and said, "I'm sorry, of course your confused. I'm wearing street clothes. Yes, I'm a dancer too, but my shift just ended. I've already changed. Chantel's shift will be over as soon as she's finished dancing and then she'll change into her street clothes too." "I'm sorry, I didn't understand. I should be leaving. I'm sure you'll both want to go home." I stood up. Simone reached out and gently grabbed my arm. "No, baby, please don't leave.. She couldn’t move her arms much, either, but she waved them in the small way that she could. I grasped her skirt and pulled it up. It’s a long skirt, nearly to the ankles, and I had to throw it over her back to expose her backside. She was wearing the garters and everything; her white panties were conservative, actually doing a pretty good job covering her rear. “Hey,” she said, sounding a little worried. “Hey what?” I asked, giving her rump another slap. “Oh God,” she moaned, and a shiver. Ben lightly caressing her body watching her undulate at his touch her breath catching in her throat, he felt her body tense when the door opened and her eyes open wide in surprise when she saw his friend Jack standing there, as he moved forward she felt his weight as he climbed onto the bed , Ben had moved to the side of her, seeking her lips began to kiss her, as Jack kissed her neck softly, his fingers trailing down to her breast flicking at her nipples making her moan into Ben's mouth, as.