Margery and I didn't come from money, and everyone knew it. Not that we cared, it wasn't really our scene and these were not our people, even though w...e associated with them. But our good friends Stan and Shelley had insisted on our going.At last we found them. Or they found us, rather. "Hi!" we all exchanged, along with such usual pleasantries. Stan was my legal business partner, and Shelley my first cousan and long time good friend. They didn't come from money either, but they both had such. At the same time, intrigue wins out. Impatiently, with the paper, I split the pile into two separate ones. A bigger one for her. Lanny, I dont even know how to do this. Tearing a small piece from the paper, she tells me, Obviously you just roll it and lick it closed. I make the straw and pass it over to her, saying, Here, just dont do it all, this looks like a lot… Coming down to the case, nervousness evident. She remains there with the straw touching for awhile.. Then, takes a breath and. I pulled into the driveway not fully knowing what to expect, but had decided that since she called me, I would just lay it on the line, in a take it or leave type of negotiation tactic. Nancy met me at the door and offered me a seat on the sofa which I took, and something to drink, which I turned down. She was wearing another pair of really short shorts and a low blouse with no bra, I was sure of this fact by the slight case of ‘showing headlights’ that she had going on underneath the thin. 'Take your Fucking knickers off Bitch'. I did not need to look down, he stuck out even further than my fertile imagination could remember, he was as hard as a rock, and all pretense was cast to the wind, as I stood staring at his erection, straining within the encased trousers, expecting it to bust through and **** me until its satisfaction.He lowered the cane under my hemline and lifted my loose dress up, exposing my white cotton knickers, and before I could react, slid the cane in-between my.