"Second: no, I don't always dress this way when I go out, only when I want to reduce my date to a drooling blob of lust."Second: no, I don't always dress this way when I go out, only when I want to reduce my date to a drooling blob of lust." She grinned mischievously. "It's working, believe me," stammered Jason, "..third," Mandy interrupted, "no, my parents don't mind much at all.. you should see some of the things THEY wear. "and fourth, are we going to dinner, or not?" During dinner, while his head was reeling from her fantasticly clothed figure, her slightly musky cologne, and two glasses of wine, she whispered to him in no uncertain terms what she expected of him later. Jason was in pubescent heaven. His erection had not subsided since she'd opened the door, and she certainly wasn't helping with her thoroughly lurid account of the things she wanted to do to him. |