Mind fuzzy from the smoke-the bass in the beat of the song is rocking my bones. I open up the door and see 4 women sitting down. Im thinking to myself... what kind of party is this. Where is everyone-wheres the main person thats throwing the party. My friend walks out of her bedroom with just panties on tits out. No make up, no baggy clothes, no baseball cap. She looked like a completely diffrent person. Im thinking damn that bud was good, i look at her and ask whats this about? She pulls me into. Of course he would, and we don’t want him asking any awkward questions, do we?? He took out his wallet, took out a few twenty-pound notes and handed them to me. ?Use this.? He grinned, ?Keep the change somewhere safe, I may want you to buy other things.? I took the money dumbly. ?Right then Jennifer, I can’t stand around here chatting to you all day, I’ve got lots to do. See you Friday!? He calmly walked away, leaving me standing naked in the middle of the workshop. I hurried inside and ran. Her fingers continued their delightful activities and her hips began to rock and squirm. What she was doing to herself might be wrong, but it felt so good! She needed this, desperately! ‘Ohhhhh!!! Ohhhhh!! Ohhhhhh!!!’ Lise murmured. Her head lolled on her shoulders and she felt as if she were on fire. The fire was growing hotter and hotter, fanned by her rapidly moving hands. Suddenly something seemed to burst inside her and her body began to shake and jolt. Feelings more intense than any she’d. Even as I say it, there's a chill up my spine, in my groin. The end game, after two months of preparation, the last thirty days devoted exclusively to her. She's out there dancing, in that tight, inhibited way she has, but those neat tits, big and bouncy, in spite of her bra, making heads turn. The lovely blonde hair in a heavily sprayed flip. No more than two inch heels. I have imagined her with the hair wild, tall heels, slutty. Her typical Friday night, pick up someone she's met before at.