She had been invited to make up the numbers, small dinner party , eight all together, cool she could do this, then damm need to buy a new outfit how much more rearranging accessories with the three dresses she had, so OK not too bad buy a wee black number and it will be grand, hate shopping buy online be easiest, only the dress that arrives is so clingy and any sign of underwear would show through, wear a thong that won't show and do holdups instead of tights bingo work a treat. Go for knee length heeled boots fab..the group are a mixture of friends and one guy I don't recognise .. Turns out he is an old friend just not seen in a while, he is sitting with me at the table and I am enjoying the banter from everyone, he leans forward to say something jokey to the person on my other side I freeze his hand is on the hem of my skirt, it slides up, I look at him but he is looking elsewhere, his hand continues to slide upwards touching my bare flesh of the thighs. I squirm and his fingers quiet my leg, his thumb circling my inner thigh slowly upwards, I feel my legs opening and his fingers exploring near my clit through the thong , I feel dampness and try to clamp my thighs together..his hand is strong and his fingers lift my thing aside and pushes one finger into my wetness..all the time chatting away I am trying not to gasp out loud.. I open my legs again and this time he uses the opportunity to push three fingers in I hear my wetness and cough loudly to hide the sound maybe only that I can hear as I feel the tension mounting inside he withdraws wipes his fingers in his napkin and resumes conversation else where..
