As embarrassing as it was, it was such a thrill. My friend was sort of flabbergasted and couldn’t wait to ask me a hundred questions in the ladies r...oom, but her fiance's eyes stayed wide and appreciative for quite a while. ***Anyway, on this night, two weeks ago, I had worn a sexy, new, lacy black thong that I was sure would make a stir when I dropped it onto the bright white tablecloth, but for some reason he never asked, never gave me the look that was his command! I was positively squirming. She lifted her camera and snapped."Hi there, Linda. Did you see us turn turtle? The steersman's being brought in unconscious so we're out of the race." Gee, I'm sorry, Hugh." Oh, I'll get over it!" he grinned boyishly. "I'm just going to see if Jim's OK and then how about you and me going to the north end for a swim? It's not so crowded up there." I'd like that, if we can actually get there through this crowd." Nothing to it. We'll walk along the promenade."Hugh saw that Jim had come around. "You can all come in"The students filed through the doorway. There were six, and as they entered all glanced nervously at the body on the table. Dr Bridgeport grinned."Hurry up girls. You want the best seats; we have them".Dale Bridgeport ran his eyes appraisingly over the group. There were a couple of new ones here he had not seen previously, including the young blonde girl. He took a second look. Yes indeed; even camouflaged by the Spartan student' uniform, it was evident here was something. “I love this song,” Wilma whispered in his ear as they started swaying in the middle of the living room to Frank Sinatra singing, “I’m in the Mood for Love.”Chester could not believe he was dancing in a woman’s apartment to Frank Sinatra and wondered if she had a brass bed like in his fantasy. He swayed with her, moving his bare feet next to her pink slippers, feeling her breasts pressed against his chest and his erection throbbing against her body.“Mmmmmm,” Wilma moaned, feeling his erection.