Marissa wore a thong under her cheerleader's skirt. It had an open triangle at the small of her back.Marissa's ass was very nice. She did not have Alb...a's size, but her petiteness was femininely proportional. Her ass cheeks ended in a clear delineation with her thighs. Marissa did not have an unnecessary ounce of fat on her body.I put my hand on the patch of skin inside the thong's open triangle. Marissa arched her ass at me. I followed the thong between her ass cheeks. Marissa stood up on her. Always appearing when things get heated. He nodded at me. ‘Little cousin, how nice to see you again. Though, I know owe Krista $100.00 because I bet you wouldn’t show.’ The hundred dollar bill showed up and Krista was suddenly there, plucking it out of his hand. ‘Thank you.’ Krista snickered. ‘Hello, Blair. So sorry I have lost you a bet. If it helps, I almost didn’t come tonight. I even almost ran at the door. Feel better?’ Blair cocked his head to the side and ran a finger along his lips. ‘I. The paint job looked pretty good. The only problem was some lightness in the pussy-lip area and the fact that her bush stood out a bit. But overall it was hard to tell that anything was amiss.He finally spoke up. "You know, if I'd known we had this much time, I would have tried to find some way to shave off all your pussy hair. Then it would be completely convincing." Don't worry," she replied. "We can do that next time." Next time? What are you talking about? There won't be a next time!" Don't. There were a couple of points in the plan where luck had to play a part but most of it would be down to timing and teamwork.The time had come to get everyone together to make sure everything that was required was in place.Walking into the Curzon Club was like experiencing Déjà Vu. Everything was the same. Walking past Ray playing the fruit machine as usual, the film Groundhog Day popped into his head again. Looking around he was half expecting Bill Murray to be sitting at the bar.Tapping Ray on.