You know what I like to do for fun, Jennifer? I like to kick box. That's what I do to mix things up a little. And if you lay one finger on my man, Jen...nifer, I'll kick you so hard your puke huruhuru ... short and curlies ... will look like a mustache." She left no question as to what she meant by pointing at Jennifer's crotch.Jennifer backed off, her hands up."Now, now. No need to get testy about it. We just thought you two looked like you might like to expand your horizons a little bit. No harm. While Stacey, Carynne and Mikaela stayed behind to talk to them, Amanda nudged my side, and together with Kelsey we left the others to their own devices.The three of us found an empty couch in a small room somewhere off the kitchen. Amanda snuggled up against me and Kelsey did the same against her friend from the other side."I'm getting a little tipsy," Amanda said, repressing a little burp."I think you passed a little tipsy a pitcher of Sangria ago!" Kelsey teased."Hey! Don't make me punish. I sat on the edge of her big bed, the one I had bought her because my baby should have everything she wanted, and extended my hand. Kelly’s lamp lit the bedroom in a smooth glow and her hand felt as delicate as her panties when she took them from me. I could feel her fingers trembling, or was it my own hand shaking? I couldn’t be sure. “I think you’d better put them on love,” I said as she took them. She chuckled. “Not much point now is there dad? I think you saw most of it when you came in…”. I knew one of the staff working in the boutique as she was the fiancée of my best friend and she was always flirting with me when we met. I headed straight to her when I entered the store so she would act as my personal shopper. For this I will call her Sandy. She was a tall slim blond in her early twenties with a fantastic figure that I had drooled over on the numerous times I had seen her in a bikini. I knew exactly what I wanted for my wife who was of a similar stature to Sandy but much.