" So why didn't you?" Peer pressure," she responded. "Cindy wasn't ugly, but she was hardly drop-dead gorgeous either. Even worse, she didn't have THI...NGS. Her mother's a widow and has to work to support her kids. There are seven of them in that family, Ken - the mother and six children. Being a working mother who is the sole support for six children just doesn't leave much for more than the bare necessities." You seem to know a lot about Cindy Hartwell and her family," I observed.Amanda. She agreed. He came back downstairs and said she'd be right down. She came down the stairs wearing sandals and a sun dress, and not too much else it seemed. She was light skinned with a few freckles, about 5'6", and weighed about 125 lbs. She had long, brown, curly hair pulled back into a pony tail. She was a very sexy woman. I could tell she had already been drinking as she was acting a little flirtatious on our way out. We tied one on at the bar and stumbled back to their house. Once there, I. Claire had her arm tucked in his all the way. They went to the same club Tom and Mike used. Tom wasn't there, having gone to some convention or other. Claire got her share of admiring looks from many of the men there. The meal was excellent as usual and they chatted away through it, laughing and joking.Then they went into the club area and danced. The first dances were quick upbeat numbers and after three they were both out of breath. Out of practice too. So they had a couple of drinks. Then. I felt relieved when i had reached my seat. Though the skirt slid up over my ass the moment I sat down, I felt much less exposed to public eyes than before. But now I had to get up again, that, or wet up the seat.When natures call became unbearable, I got up slowly, blushed, while i tried to pull down my skirt again as much as possible without causing much attention. Too afraid to check the faces beside and behind me, I stumbled forward in my new black high heels. It seemed the longest walk of.