I bought the shirt and jacket, and a blong pigtail wigfrom the local Halloween shop (tips tied with acylic ink turned outgreat). I made the belt from... some fabric we had here. For the shorts, Ibought a pair of red satin boxers and a pair of blue ones, sewed themtogether, and added the shortest hem that I thought I could pull off overmy foam padded hips and rear. Two pairs of "opaque" pantyhose under myfishnets was enough to hide the nude bodyshaper that holds the pads inplace. So, the hem. But to be honest, I didn't. James mentioned her a few times and I had run into her in the neighborhood and, of course, at earlier parties. But I didn't know her. I looked at her in a way I hoped was reassuring. "Gem, love, I am fine. I am better than fine. Last night certainly didn't go as planned, but it went much better than planned." You had a plan?"I laughed. "Well, after the party of fucking James' brains out. I didn't realize how turned on that outfit and all the attention was going to. "No!" Said Tiara. "Don't stop! Fuck me please!" George couldn't believe his ears. He pulled almost all the way out and rammed inside her again. "YES!" screamed Tiara. "MORE!!!!" This girl was on fire! Tiara grabbed both girls by the hair and forced their faces onto her chest. Chelsea and Ronnie began sucking and licking her nipples. "Harder! Suck them harder! Bite them!" The girls were more than happy to oblige and sucked and bit her nipples while George fucked her cunt mercilessly. Tiara was. What has gotten into her? I thought. I honestly didn't care what the answer was, though, as I shoved that image to the back of my mind and cast every bit of mental energy into doing as much work as possible. I wanted to make the day go by at warp speed, nourish myself on whatever fast food was available on the drive home, pour a big glass of bourbon, plant myself in bed with my laptop, and get ready for "The Show."The commute back home from work was so unremarkable that I didn't even remember.