A lot of girls wore clothes like this. I’ve never understand how they could do that. All the guys always stare at them. Why would they deliberately ...dress so that they would get stared at? It doesn’t make sense.“You look fine for this evening. It’s just you and Tara and Sam. I’ll stay out of your way.”“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?”“Hey! What’s not to enjoy?”I glared at Dan.“Why did you want me to wear this?”“You know why!”“It’s because you’re a pervert!”“Shh! Don’t give away all of my. He called the workshop which had been taking care of this old junk for the past ten years. After towing the junk back to the workshop the guy gave him a lift home. But he would not risk getting his car stuck in the half flooded, muddy country road so he droped Dan off some distance away and Dan had to trudge through the mud to get home.When Dan left I did all I could to hold Ronie at bay before finally giving in. He wanted to play out a fucking scene in the kitchen where I would be preparing. My cock was fully erect and pointing at the ceiling. Sandra straddled me, pointed my cock at her cunt and lowered herself. It felt so good, I moaned in appreciation. She laid down fully against me. She slowly ground her hips in a circle around my cock. There was no thrusting. She just moved her middle around mine. “A little over eager wasn’t I?”“It was hot,” I replied.“It’s been awhile since I got off. You do it so dam good for me.”“Thanks but you deserve more credit than me. I’m just a dildo,”. They both realized at the same time that her panties were in the way; they worked quickly to remedy the situation, her panties were soon hanging from one ankle. Dan’s tongue went right back to work; parting her lips it found her hot hole and searched for her clit. A sharp “OH” from Ginger told Dan that he’d found it and he pressed on sucking at the little hard bead and licking up and down her pussy from her puckered anus to just beyond her clit. Ginger abandoned her reclined position to sit.