I woke up late in a beautiful mood and immediately remembered our co-operation with my girlfriends about going to the club. After yesterday's adventures, my holes still ached and slightly itched. I went to the bathroom, had breakfast, although it was already dinner time and, having turned on the music, sat down on the sofa with the magazine. Looking through the magazine, I began to slowly prepare for the evening. She took out her makeup bag and slowly began to direct the marafet.

Putting makeup, I went to the closet with clothes. Having opened it, I looked at my outfits for a long time, not knowing what to choose. Finally, I just pulled out all my dresses and threw it on the sofa. I went to the window and, climbing with my legs, sat on the window sill. The sun was shining brightly outside, the sky was absolutely clear and unreal blue. Under the window, in the yard, boys ran. After a while, they sat down on the fences opposite my windows. And then I realized that I was sitting on the windowsill completely naked. Reflexively, I hung my legs from the window sill, having decided to jump into the room, but then I was excited about this situation. Excitement pleasant wave passed through the body. I got up on the windowsill with my knees and, turning my back to the window, I began to pretend that I was fixing the curtains on the curtain. Specially crouching and pulling out my ass, I wriggled around the window as if very keen on this case and did not notice that the boys were looking at me. Noticing that they were staring at me, I jumped off the window sill, quickly took out the first stockings and climbed back onto the window sill. Slowly, I began to stretch my stockings to my feet, while not forgetting to look at the guys. And they did not take my eyes off my window. Pulling my stockings on my legs, I sat down, leaning back on the window, grabbed my knees with my hands and laid my head on them. Occasionally glancing at the boys, I thought about my Paschke. Thoughts are confused in the head. I remembered everything that I did at his request. My stomach tickled. Goosebumps ran over the body. I ran my hand between my legs and brought it to my face. Ladoshka glistened from the discharge. “Well what the hell” - I thought frustratedly - “It’s wet again ...”.

“What an infection you have with me!” - I said loudly, spreading my knees, turning to my crotch - “I almost immediately began to leak!” I added and laughed.

I jumped off the window sill, walked into the hallway, took out wet aromatic napkins from my purse and, wiping myself between my legs as I walked, returned to the room.

"So ..." - I thought - "We must choose a dress." With these thoughts, I stared at a bunch of dresses, thrown by me on the sofa.

"And what am I bothering about?" - I thought, and taking the phone, dialed Pasha's number.

“Hi Slut” - I heard Pasha’s quiet but joyful voice on the phone.

"Hi, my dear. What are you doing?"

"I'm at home. I’ll go outside now, but my ancestors can hear, ”Pasha whispered.

“Good” - I smiled and languidly stretched out - “I am waiting”.

“Mom, I'm on the street,” I heard Pasha's voice. Slammed the door.

“Everything I went out Slut” - he said happily - “What are you doing?”

“Pash, I am going to the club with my friends and I don’t know what to wear” - I said in a capricious voice - “Will you help me?”

“Of course!” There was so much enthusiasm in his voice that, unable to restrain myself, I laughed.

“How is your weather?” He asked.

“Oooh, great! The weather is super! ”I exclaimed.

“Mmmm ...” - pashka moaned thoughtfully - “I want you to wear a dress ...”

"Good, honey," I smiled. Our desires coincided. I looked at the lying heap of dresses - "And what?"

"I want very sexy ..." he whispered into the phone. I laughed out loud.

"ABOUT! Come on pink! "- He said with admiration -" I like it so much ... It is generally sex! "

I wore the dress he was talking about only a few times at his request. And in this dress my walks were rather short. It really was very sexy and frank. The pale pink translucent fabric of the dress was decorated with a pattern of fluttering pink butterflies artfully embroidered on the fabric. The sleeves "lanterns", the style of the dress was "baby-doll", the hem expanded from the chest, on the sides of the dress below were sexy cuts adorned with pink small bows. In general, the dress rather resembled sexy lingerie. Finding it in a pile of dresses, straightening, I spread it on the couch.

"Yeah-hh ..." - I stretched looking at him.

"What? Did you get him? ”Asked Pasha.

"Aha, got it, look ..."

"Here you will dress him"

“And not too ... frankly ...” I asked hesitantly.

“And so it should be. You're going to the club, ”he said in the affirmative.

“Have you ever been to the club at least once?” I laughed.

“No, I wasn't ...” - Pasha was offended - “So what?”

“Yes, there is nothing” - I continued to laugh - “I would still be able to get to the club in such an outfit without incident”

"Wear this dress Slut! Understood? ”He said firmly.

“Yes, good, good. Of course I will dress dear ”- I reassured him -“ And what to wear for him? ”

"And under him, too, everything is pink" - I felt that he was smiling pleased with my obedience - "I want you to wear those pink panties that I like and pink stockings."

I grimaced in disgust. The cowards that he was talking about didn’t like me. I bought them especially for him and at his request. Of course, the fabric was very beautiful pink transparent and lacy, but here is their style ... These were shorts. And dressing them under this dress was completely out of place. As, incidentally, I personally would not wear stockings with this dress. The side slits of the dress opened the top of the stockings for all to see. A pink sexy bows adorning the top of these cuts, only attracted attention to these places.

“Good Pash. I'll dress everything and call you back. ”

“I'm waiting,” he replied.

Sighing, I turned off the phone. I pulled on my legs, pulling out of the dresser, light pink stockings. The elastic at the stockings was not wide without a pattern, but the color was a bit darker. Sighing, I pulled out my underwear. Looking at the laces I reluctantly wore them. Having corrected the laces of the shorts under the ass, I put on a dress on top, walked into the hallway and took out pink patent leather stilettos from the closet. On top of the shoes was a pink bow. “Just in time for the dress,” I thought automatically. Having closed the mirror door of the cabinet, I retreated a few steps looking at my reflection. A real Barbie doll looked at me. All so gently pink and pretty. I spun in front of the mirror, carefully examining the dress. Through the translucent fabric, it was still visible pink lace knickers. And by the way, they looked like shorts under a short dress. In general, it's pretty good. Only stockings gave some sexual vulgarity. My small breasts were not too conspicuous, and the butterflies embroidered on the dress gently covered my protruding nipples. I sighed with some relief, because I thought that everything would be much more vulgar. Chopping on the floor with heels, I walked into the room. She took out pink coral beads. Wearing them, I returned to the mirror. Once again, having carefully examined myself, I took off my shoes. It only remained to wait for the evening. I took off my dress. She collected and hung the rest of the dress back in the closet. I sat down in front of the mirror for makeup. At first I chose soft pink tones. But looking at the result I decided to make my lips brighter. Cranberry tone lipstick sharply highlighted my plump lips. Kissing my reflection I smiled, pleased with my work. Taking the phone I dialed Pasha.

"Yes Slut" - I heard I barely went a whistle.

“You’re not releasing the phone from your hands?” I laughed. “Are you waiting for my bell?”

“Yeah. I'm waiting, ”he whispered,“ Well, what do you look like? ”

"Well ... I like it" - I replied - "Only stockings are probably superfluous"

“What are you!” - he was indignant - “How is it without stockings ?!”

"Yes, dressed, dressed, do not worry" - I reassured him.

“Are you sexy?” He asked with a gasp.

“Sexy, sexy” - I confirmed, laughing.

"Mmmm ... Slut ... My Slut" - he whispered into the phone - "I want to see you damn ... Ancestors at home"

“Yes you are my good” - I stretched - “Of course ...