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Andrew Roller Presents
NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
in
KIDDIE CLITTIES
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Chapter Two
I thought it would be difficult for me to get Tabitha to go to
Eveline�s party with me but it was not. She was bored with the summer.
She spent most of her year in a boarding school, far from home, and the
novelty of leaving her friends at school and being alone with her parents
on their farm had worn off. It was midsummer, she was restless. Her
parents did not mind her going out for the night so long as she went with
Eveline and I. Eveline was 19, and responsible, in their estimation. They
did not imagine she ran an escort service for men. Tabitha�s parents
waved goodbye to the three of us as we drove off in Eveline�s red
convertible. They believed, like Eveline�s parents, that she�d gotten an
excellent price for her hogs.
We drove to Kansas City. The bright lights were visible from far out
in the wheatfields. Under our dresses we wore our attire for the night:
string bikinis. On our feet we had riding boots. Eveline�s long hair was
pulled back in a ponytail. She had her whip and black satchel in the trunk.
I wore my hair free, as did Tabitha. The wind caught it and blew it behind
us. We smelled the summer lying on the fields. We heard crickets above
the roar of Eveline�s car.
A hotel room was the meeting place. It was neither on the top floor
of the building or the bottom, but discreetly in between. Eveline parked
and we took the elevator up together.
Miriam met us. She was Eveline�s partner. She was older, perhaps
30, though I didn�t ask her age. She wore a simple dress, like Eveline and
Tabitha and I did.
�Oh, here are the new girls,� Miriam said. She gazed at myself and
Tabitha. I felt slightly condescended to under her gaze but said nothing,
simply smiled back. Tabitha grinned. She was happy to be partying.
Miriam looked at Eveline. �I trust they understand what we are about?�
she asked.
�I explained everything to them both,� Eveline answered. Tabitha
had been filled in on the fact that it was an escort service. Like me, she
knew we�d be having a sexy evening.
�They are both broken in?� Miriam asked, still a little dubious.
�Ah, well, one to the whip, the other to the penis, if that�s what you
mean,� Eveline answered.
Miriam frowned and turned to Tabby and me. �One of them is
virgin?� she asked.
�Yes, my niece Sally,� Eveline said. �But she let me whip her, to
show she�s not afraid and will do as she�s told.�
�Hmmm,� Miriam said. She lifted a manicured fist to her face and
settled her chin upon it. I did not like how she looked at me, at Tabby,
evaluating us as one does in a supermarket. �And this one?� she asked
Eveline, pointing with an idle, half-lifted finger at Tabby.
�She is not a virgin,� Eveline replied. She looked at Tabitha. �You
are not a virgin, are you, Tabby?�
�No, of course not,� Tabitha breathed. She tugged at the hem of her
dress. She, like me, didn�t like being questioned about such matters.
�And the whip? Has your bottom tasted the whip?� Miriam asked.
�No!� Tabitha replied, somewhat shocked. (I hadn�t told her about my
whipping.) She reached behind herself and clapped her hands to her ass.
�They are both quite young, quite delicate,� Miriam said to Eveline.
�I trust you know what you�re doing.�
�I do,� Eveline said with aplomb. �I started this way myself,
remember?�
�Things are stricter now,� Miriam said. �But if you can manage
them, I�ll allow it. You always handled yourself well, despite your youth.
Otherwise I would never have taken a partner 10 years younger than me.�
�Thanks,� Eveline said. She held her whip, wrapped discreetly in a
glad trash bag, and her black satchel. Now she placed the satchel on a
escritoire. It was an elegant table, with a vase of fresh-cut roses upon it.
Next to the vase of roses was an ice-bucket, sitting on a cloth. It was
loaded with ice and had an unopened bottle of wine in it. Eveline drew her
whip from the glad bag and placed it beside the satchel, then folded the
glad bag and slipped it into a drawer of the table.
I heard voices coming from an adjoining room. Two men appeared,
then a third. They were all dressed in business suits. The first two had
young girls hanging off their arms. The third was alone. The girls were in
their late teens and wore, like we did under our dresses, slinky string
bikinis. They all held drinks. I noticed that each girl had a wet spot in the
crotch of her panties. I stared at it, wonderingly. The girls smiled and
seemed not to mind my stare.
�Let�s get undressed,� Eveline said to me and Tabby. She turned her
back to me and asked me to unzip her. I did. Tabby did me. Miriam waited
to take our dresses from us and hang them in the closet next to the table.
The girls in bikinis watched, bright-eyed, glad no doubt to have others join
them, as little clothed as themselves.
We got out of our dresses but kept our riding boots on. The other
girls wore heels. Miriam took our dresses from us and when she opened
the closet to hang them I saw the men had arrived wearing coats, at least
some of them, for they hung next to the girls� summer dresses.
Miriam hung up our clothes. But before she let us go, she reached
into the ice bucket. She plucked out a cube of ice. She looked at Eveline.
�A new device,� she said. �To show you�re ready.� Miriam pulled
open the front of Eveline�s panties. She dropped the ice cube down into
them. Eveline gasped. Then she inserted a finger, following the cube
down, and pressed the ice hard against Eveline�s slit.
Eveline shivered and waited for Tabby and me to be given the same
treatment. I watched as a wet spot formed in the crotch of Eveline�s
panties. I looked again at the two females with the men. They smiled at
me, at Tabby, at Eveline. Miriam got another cube of ice and opened the
front of my panties. My pubic hair could be seen. She dropped the ice in
and then followed it down with her fingers, forcing it into my cunt.
�No!� I gasped. I felt my panties wetten where I least desired it and
my cunt felt chilled by the ice. Miriam smiled. One of the girls laughed.
Tabby was next. She accepted her cube with equanimity. It melted
within her panties, as mine was doing, as Eveline�s was doing. We looked
at the men, they at us. I wished they would suffer a similar fate but knew
the party was most of all for their entertaiment. We girls would be paid.
They were paying. We�d buy red convertibles and they�d work extra hours
to make sure their wives didn�t know they�d spent their pay on us.
Properly iced, we sashayed rather bashfully up to the men. They
looked with eager eyes at our little panties, at the wet spots right where
our cunts lay. The man who had been alone took myself and Tabby by our
arms. We permitted our bodies to settle against his. I could smell the
fabric of his suit. It smelled expensive, fine wool and cotton. He smiled.
We smiled teasingly at him. Eveline walked up to him, and boldly lifted
the front of his jacket. She saw his pants were tight about his crotch and
this sent me and Tabby into giggles.
We were escorted into the party room. It was festooned with
ballons and streamers. Some balloons were black and others white. It
was a mature party, for grownups. There were no childish colors here.
The streamers hanging down from the ceiling were lavender and green.
There were nine men present, all in suits, and nine females, all clad
in the tiniest of bikinis. Miriam took off her dress and joined us. She had
a pinup�s body, despite being in her late 20�s. The other girls were mostly
late teens, like Eveline. Only Tabby and I were pubescents. Each girl had
been forced to accept a cube of ice in her panties and bore a wet spot
there as a result. Miriam iced herself, opening her panties in front of all
of us and taking a cube from a nearby ice bucket that was empty. She
dropped in the cube and then forced it into her cunt, shivering. Everyone
laughed, even me and Tabby.
We met the other girls and men and sipped champagne. Eveline
warned Tabby and I not to drink too much lest we get silly. We must be on
our best behavior, she told us, a little embarrassingly, given that we were
surrounded by adults. But I bit my lip and nodded, tried not to blush.
Tabby seemed to understand what the night portended and said nothing.
There was as yet no �partnering� of the couples. Miriam encouraged
us to circulate, to talk to each man, not to favor one or the other.
Dutifully Tabby and I spoke to each man, just as she, Eveline, and the other
girls did. Miriam said that we would not choose partners for sex until
after we�d had our dinner, which was yet to arrive. In an adjoining room a
table waited. A dark chandelier, unlit, hung over it. The table was laden
with porcelain plates and neatly folded napkins.
�Are you a virgin?� a man who was no less than 40 asked Tabby. She
shook her head �no,� that she was not.
�Ah, well, it is best that way, I suppose,� the man replied.
I stood before a man in his 30�s, toying with his tie to tease him a
little, relishing how I could be free with him but he was forbidden to take
liberties with me. The men could only chat to us, Miriam warned. They
could only talk to any of us girls, for to insist on any other rule would
have resulted in an orgy before dinner, before the waiters and waitresses
had served us our meal and been dismissed.
�So, you are not a virgin either?� the man in his 30�s asked me,
overhearing his friend. His voice sounded hopeful, as if he didn�t wish to
be unnecessarily hindered when the time came to take me.
I sighed. �I�m afraid I am,� I answered. I looked up at him with my
big eyes to let him know I was being truthful.
�Ah, God!� he breathed. I glanced from his face down to his trousers.
His coat was unbuttoned and I saw him rise within his pants.
�Gerald, are you asking indiscreet questions?� Miriam teased the
man.
�I can�t believe you would invite a virgin to one of these parties,�
Gerald replied. I lifted my hands to his tie and began fiddling with it
again. It was an expensive tie. I drew one of my fingernails across it to
see if I could damage it.
�She must learn sometime,� Miriam answered. �But you needn�t give
her your collar. You may choose any girl you wish, several perhaps, before
the evening is out.�
�Yes,� Gerald breathed. His breath was hot and I felt it wash down
upon my face. I blinked. I didn�t like being breathed on. But he had a nice
manly smell to him, even his breath, and I found myself suddenly leaning
forward and impulsively kissing his chest. He wore a silk shirt. My lips
left a mark upon it.
�See? She likes you!� Miriam laughed. She turned me towards
herself and gave me a new cube of ice in my panties. I resisted a little,
she scolded me and made me accept it. The ice was cold. She shoved it
into my twat hard, as if to fuck me with it. �Now I must give a new cube
to the others,� she said. �They must stay wet continuously, down there,
and I shan�t count on their own juices alone.�
At last dinner was brought. A waiter and waitress entered, rolling a
dinner cart before them. The cart was from downstairs. Each of the
dishes had a gleaming metal cover over it to keep it hot. The bottom shelf
of the cart held desserts. A chocolate cake, cookies, a pie under a
warming hood.
The waiter and waitress were formally dressed. Each had on a black
and white serving uniform. They pretended to take no notice of our
bikinis. Or of our wet spots between our legs. They lit the chandelier in
the dining room and began setting out the food on the table.
Miriam told the men to escort us girls to dinner. They did so, each
escorting one of us. Gerald escorted me, though I guessed we might part
company after dinner. He seated me in a chair with a hard back to it but a
soft seat made of red silk. I sat in the chair in my wet bikini, wondering
if I might spoil the fabric. No matter, all us girls were seated in similar
chairs. The men sat between us, so that each man had a girl on either side
of him and each girl was flanked by two men.
The meal began with salad and clam chowder soup. I ate my salad,
with Bleu Cheese dressing on it, but I didn�t like the clam chowder.
Neither did Tabby. She asked the waiter if they had any chicken noodle
soup, or chicken n� stars, but they didn�t. Next came oysters, but I didn�t
like these much either, though Gerald insisted on feeding me one with his
fingers. I spit it into my napkin after he�d finished. After that was
lobster, which tasted a little better, and with them came steaks, which
tasted best of all. The steaks were cooked right on a grill by our table, by
the waiter. He served them up with the char marks of the grill burnt into
them. I loved my steak and when Gerald asked me to feed him a piece of it
I refused. Somehow, I think, my refusal inspired him to choose me.
As I sat eating beside him, he drew a dog�s collar from the pocket of
his suit coat.
�I trade you this for your bra,� Gerald said to me.
I looked at him. What girl in her right mind would trade her bra for a
dog collar? But Eveline looked at me, and all the other girls too, for I was
the first to be proposed to.
�You must accept it, darling,� Miriam said to me. �It is our way
here. He has selected you to be his slave for the night and you cannot
refuse.�
I gulped. I wished, I thought, to be taken, but I wanted some say in
the matter. I surveyed the men. Which did I prefer? Suddenly I wished to
have any of them except Gerald.
�She is a virgin,� Eveline said, intervening. �She may pick for
herself tonight, though she must take one.� I glanced at her. My eyes were
thankful. I was not resisting, no. I wished to �cross the threshhold� this
night. The men were all handsome, though some, I felt, were too old for
me.
A man in his early 20�s eyed me from across the table. He grinned at
me, I smiled back. Then I flushed fiercely. I looked at Tabitha. She sat
between two men. Each of them must have been at least 40, yet she
seemed not to mind. The men seemed quite indulgent toward her.
�I want him,� I blurted suddenly. I pointed at the 20-year-old. The
guests applauded. Gerald glanced at the man. The girl sitting beside him
agreed, silently, to accept Gerald. We had, I saw, paired off in sitting,
though we were not really supposed to.
Gerald stood. I rose from my chair and the girl rose from hers. I did
not even know the name of the man I was going to sit with, yet I felt
wonderful as I walked over to him. He stood for me, held my chair out,
scooted it under me when I sat down. The toes of my boots just touched
the floor.
�Your bra,� the young man said to me gently. He held up a dog collar
he�d fished from his coat pocket.
�Oh yeah,� I answered. I reached behind myself. Seeing I was
willing, he reached behind my back and helped me. Together we undid my
stringy bra. My boobs popped out from the restraining cups as they fell
away. My nipples were stiff. The others at the table laughed, happy to see
me on my way. I gave my bra, really nothing but a handful of string, to the
man. He pocketed it. Then, as I sat very still, he put the dog�s collar
around my throat. He used a small key to lock it. Then he put the key into
his pocket.
I reached up and felt the collar. It was black, made of leather. It
had ominous metal studs around it. I pulled at it and realized it would
never come off me without the key. I was truly a slave, now. I settled my
hands into my lap. I felt my titties wobbling freely on my chest. Only my
panties remained now, and they were wet.
The waiter brought my plate to me. I returned to eating my steak,
watching as the other girls were proposed to in turn and traded their bras
for collars. There was much laughter and merriment. A new bottle of
champagne was opened. The cork flew out with some force, as if to
announce the impending moment of my denoument.
�Dennis,� the man beside me introduced himself. I kissed his
proferred hand. He already knew my name. He stroked my clinging
breasts, lightly, with just his fingertip. I shivered. It wasn�t really
allowed at this stage of the party but Miriam didn�t reprove him. Then we
all returned to our dinner, for dessert still waited on the bottom shelf of
the cart.
�Each couple must share their dessert,� Miriam announced, when the
time came at last. �Share with each other, and with those beside you.
Feed all except yourself. Let others feed you.� And so we did. I fed the
guy beside me, and Dennis. He was fed by a girl beside him as well as by
me. We feasted on cherry pie and on chocolate cake, and fed each other
cookies cut in the shape of cunts and dicks. At last, all of us quite
stuffed, a banana was given to each of us girls by the waiter.
�You each must peel your banana,� Miriam told us. �As sexily as
possible, please. But don�t eat it.�
There was an aura of mystery about it. I looked at Tabitha. She was
as clueless as me. I looked at Eveline. If she knew what was coming, her
eyes didn�t betray it. With the men watching, especially Dennis, I peeled
my banana. First I broke off the top with my lips. Then, letting Dennis
hold the banana for me, I peeled back each part of the skin using just my
teeth. When the banana was denuded gave it a long, loving lick. I smiled
at Dennis.
�Very good,� he said. I blushed.
�It�s time now for dancing,� Miriam said. She dismissed the waiter
and waitress. We waited quietly until we heard them shut the door to our
suite. There was a small sigh of relief that went up from the table when
we realized we were finally alone for the night. But I was feeling
apprehensive now, for the hour of my devirgination was drawing near. I
looked at Tabitha. She was nonplussed. I saw she�d secretly laid a hand in
the laps of both men and was doing something down there. I glanced at
Eveline. She too had her hand in her boyfriend�s lap, though doing what I
couldn�t see.
�Men, would you please escort your young lady back to the party
room. And bring her banana along,� Miriam said. She rose. After a
moment�s hesitation, we all rose with her. Miriam walked casually into
the party room. We followed. Her breasts bounced freely as she walked.
Her panties were caught in the crevice of her ass and, though I�d seen her
do it earlier in the evening, she did not now bother to reach back and
adjust them. Her bottomcheeks hung out, bulging behind her as she walked.
I felt my own panties wedged in my ass but I reached back and fixed mine.
Miriam selected a CD. She put it into the CD player in the party
room. Earlier the music playing had been background music, but now dance
music pulsed over us. Miriam turned up the volume. It was the latest
techo-beat. Queer City. The men smiled. Some of them didn�t even know
the group, but it hardly mattered. We girls would show them the steps.
First, though, crowding around each other in the party room cum
dance floor, there was one more adjustment to be made. To our attire,
believe it or not. Miriam told each man to pull down the panties of his
girlfriend, in back, exposing her bottom. I squealed as Dennis yanked down
the back of my panties. I heard Tabitha utter a similar cry. I squeezed my
cheeks together, apprehensively. I looked back, trying to see myself, to
make sure my bottom was free of any whip marks. Eveline had inspected
my fanny for me this afternoon, but I still worried that a mark might
somehow reappear.
�Slide the banana up between each girl�s legs from behind,� Miriam
told the men. �Girls, keep your legs apart. You will dance with the banana
between your legs, and you must do so without crushing it.�
Feeling quite mortified, I felt Dennis jam the banana into my legs
from behind. He was quite happy and eager about it. The banana I�d licked
now slid between the tops of my thighs. I had to keep my legs open lest I
squeeze it and smoosh it. I felt the big banana slide along the crotch of
my panties, pressing up against my cunt, until finally the top of the
banana came protruding out the front of my panties!
�There. Now you know a little about what it feels like to be a man,�
Dennis laughed at me.
I looked down at myself. I looked like I had a big yellow cock,
running between my legs, pressed hard to my cunt, and then bulging from
the front of my panties. I had to stand with legs akimbo, quite awkwardly,
so as not to crush it.
�Yes, keep your legs open. This will help teach you,� Miriam said to
me. She smiled. She held a banana in her own panties now, and seemed not
to mind that it made her look silly, standing with her legs bowed so that
it wouldn�t be smooshed. �Now dance,� Miriam said to me. She began to
gyrate her hips lasciviously. Her boyfriend, standing beside her, began to
dance along with her.
I looked around, moving my hips in time with the music. All the
girls were afflicted by a banana in their panties. We all had to dance with
our legs kept wide, gratifying the men but making ourselves look quite
like the whores and trollops I guess we were. Tabby danced betwen two
40-year-old men. Boldly she reached for both their zippers at once and
unzipped them. She dug within the opening made in their pants. Then,
gleefully, she drew out both their erections. They were big and throbbing
and she clutched both at once. She squeezed them, as if hoping they might
both give her a spurt.
I was shy. I let Miriam unzip Dennis for me. As I danced his erection
was produced and she made me take it in my hands and rub it.
�Don�t squirt on her,� Miriam cautioned him. �When you�re ready, go
to a bedroom.�
�Okay,� Dennis answered.
We danced awhile. I�m sure all the men were desperate (judging
from the stiff erections they all soon produced), but there seemed to be a
wish to wait, to enjoy the dancing awhile and see which girl might
accidentally squish her banana first. A girl finally did, then another, each
continuing to dance, but turning the banana she bore into a pulpy mess in
her panties.
I finally brought my legs together and squished my banana. Dennis
grinned at me.
�It means you are ready,� he said. �And I must spank you first, for
disobeying.�
�No,� I breathed. Then, realizing I had to, I added, �I must pee.�
�Come, then,� Dennis said. He took my hand. I was the first to be
led from the dance floor. I glanced at Eveline. She merely smiled. I
looked for Tabitha but there was a man in front of her, another behind.
She could not see me leaving.
We went into a bathroom. Dennis peed lustily into a toilet. I had to
wait for him to finish. Then he drew down my panties. I stepped out of
them, quite reluctantly, even though there was a pulpy mess of banana in
them and they were wet.
I still wore my boots. Dennis didn�t offer to remove those. He
ordered me to sit on the toilet. I obeyed. Parting the lips of my cunny, I
peed through the messy banana residue that remained sticking to my
crotch. He insisted on wiping me himself when I was done.
�Now,� he said. �We go to bed.� He made me stand. Clad only in my
boots, with him still entirely dressed, except for his penis, which
protruded lewdly from his suit, he took my hand and escorted me from the
bathroom. As we exited it another couple entered. We walked across the
party room. It was half empty now. I looked at the remaining dancers.
Eveline was among them, but she was pressed up hard against a man,
kissing him.
�Eveline!� I called. She broke the kiss, smiled at me. She gave me a
little wave and then went back to kissing her boyfriend.
I heard crying as Dennis opened the door to a bedroom and led me in.
There, sitting on a bed, was one of the 40-year-old men. Tabby lay
sprawled over his knee. She was getting her spanking. He slammed his
hand down hard upon her bottom. She screamed and kicked her booted legs.
Her face was drenched with tears. Her panties lay discarded on the floor.
There was banana pulp in them.
�You too,� Dennis told me.
�No!� I cried. He plopped himself down on the same side of the bed
as Tabby�s lover occupied. I sat down with him, hoping to avoid the
spanking by engaging him in a kiss. He accepted my kiss. But then he
pulled me quite rudely across his lap.
Suddenly I found myself on my belly, over Dennis� knees, staring into
Tabby�s face. She noticed, looked up at me. She continued weeping.
Staring back at her, I suddenly felt Dennis� palm come slapping down hard
upon my own bare bottom. I broke into tears.
We were both spanked together. Tabby and I bawled into each others�
faces, sharing our fate, regretting it, yet utterly unable to stop it. When
at last our spanking ceased we reached out to one another and hugged each
other and kissed. We had endured.
�Get up,� Dennis said gruffly. Tabby and I were pulled apart. We
were each kissed by our lover and then we were laid side by side on the
bed. As Tabby and I held hands, each man mounted us. I kissed her, she
me, but our lovers� mouths intervened and insisted on possessing our lips.
I heard Tabby gasp. She was being entered! I tried to keep my legs
apart but I was nervous. When I closed them, Dennis wrenched them apart
with his hands. He would not be denied. I felt his manhood plunge into my
cunt and suddenly there was a sharp pain within me, up inside me. As I
cried out I felt whatever was stopping him give way and his big awful
thing slid up into me.
They rode us, then. Like men ride horses, hard and fast, except they
were lying atop us and we were but young teenaged girls lying beneath
them. Tabby�s sighs and cries mingled with my shrieks. Dennis whispered
to me that all would be well, all would be well, cupping my crying face in
his hands. But his dick shafted within me like some great, evil plunger,
showing me no mercy at all down where it counted, between the lips of my
cunt.
I felt very wet between my legs and knew I�d been �blooded.� I would
never be virgin again. Dennis rammed within me like a madman, loving my
tightness, complaining a little that he couldn�t go as deep and as fast as
he liked. But, underneath him, I felt he was tearing me apart with his
dick, he was so vigorous in his fucking.
At last Tabby climxed with her lover beside us. I felt myself
cumming and Dennis, timing himself, quite expertly, released his flood
just as I hit my peak. It was, in retrospect, a virtuoso performance. I was
lucky to have been laid by such a skilled lover as Dennis. But at the time I
was crying, and when I ceased crying I was brooding and fussy, and it took
many kisses on his part before I willingly returned his love that night in
the bed. When I did, finally accepting what had been done to me, we
screwed again, this time with me on top, boucing away on him, riding him
like the best horse I�d ever ridden, even better than Pepper.
Tabby shared that night with me and my lover. She was fucked again
by her lover but then, because he was older, he couldn�t do her a third
time. Dennis was still hungry, though, as dawn broke. It whitened the
room through the curtains, making the lamplight seem to grow dimmer.
With Tabby�s lover watching, Dennis made both of us kneel with our
bottoms toward him. He fucked both of us in turn, going first in my pussy,
then in hers, then in mine again, until she and I were both crying and
climaxing at once. Then he gave me his seed, for I was his lover. Tabby
and I kissed as he pumped himself into me.
With that, the party ended. The men rose and dressed. Eveline
appeared with our dresses. It was time for us to go home before her
parents, and Tabby�s, became truly worried. We kissed our men friends
goodbye. They unlocked our collars and gave us back our bras. Then they
left, leaving us to dress ourselves. We put our bras back on, to keep our
breasts from bouncing in front of Tabby�s parents and Eveline�s. Then we
retrieved our panties, mine from the bathroom, Tabby�s from the floor of
the bedroom and Eveline�s from the party room, where someone had
helpfully hung them up on a lamp. We took them to the bathroom and,
standing around with the other girls, we washed our panties out in the
sink.
Our panties were too wet to wear right away. We rode home in
Eveline�s convertible, holding our panties up to let them dry in the warm
summer air. No one could see out in the middle of Kansas. When our
panties had dried we scooted back into them. By the time we arrived back
home at Tabby�s we were a picture of modesty. We let her out, then drove
back to the farm where Eveline�s parents lived.
We apologized for being late.
�It was so much fun dancing!� Eveline gushed. �We couldn�t leave �til
the club closed. Then we went and had breakfast.�
�Well, just be sure you feed the horses,� her father replied. �I don�t
want to have to do it myself.�
We did, but snuck food along to snack on, for we were both famished.
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