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The Apartment Part4.1At the last party, Diane had very quietly told me that she wanted to invite me for Sunday lunch soon.She knew that it would be in the next few weeks but was not sure when. As it turned out, it was a fortnight later. A note was slipped under my front door telling me when it would be, which left me enough time to sort out some new clothes. I had already been told that she wanted me in femme clothes and as what I had worn to the last party were my only femme clothes I needed to order some more. Once the new clothes arrived, I laid them all out on the bed and chose an outfit to wear. I decided on a tiny mini skirt, red top and white stockings. A pretty red bra and pants completed the outfit. I wasn’t going to bother about a wig but thought that I ought to wear lipstick. Heels were the same as the last party.On the Sunday, I dressed in the clothes that I had chosen and walked next door. Their front door was open but I still tapped before letting myself in. there were voices coming from the kitchen and so that is where I headed. Diane was preparing the lunch while Roger was washing glasses. It took a few moments for them to realise that I was stood there, and in those few moments I had time to admire what they wore. They wore tabards and tights. The tabard was a single piece of material, with a hole cut in the centre for the head and two tiny straps to hold the material together under their arms. The tabards ended at the tops of their bums and when they turned to look at me left both their cocks uncovered, still clearly visible through the bahis firmaları thick denier of their tights. Diane wore pink and Roger green. Diane spotted me first and walked over to kiss me on the mouth, her gorgeous voluptuous body pressed briefly against mine.”Wow! You look gorgeous! Mmmm and lippy too.” She steps back to study me. Roger turns to look as well. He carries the glasses out to the lounge, gives me a glancing up and down look, grunts something and disappears. I find Diane watching me, trying to gauge my reaction. I look at her and raise my eyebrows in a questioning manner.”Oh dear!” I say to her, he is not pleased to see me.””Don’t worry about him” She says. “He will get over it.””I don’t think he will Diane. He looks very upset. Is that his drink?” I point to a glass of something stood near where he had been working.”Yes it is. Do you want wine as well?” She asks. I pour myself a glass and take the two glasses out into the lounge.Roger is in the lounge. He is obviously doing his best to avoid me.”You left your wine in the kitchen, Roger.” He grunts something at me. “I am so pleased that you and Diane invited me for lunch and we are not going to be dominated by George.” He stares at me blinking rapidly. I am a bit taken aback by this, but press on regardless. “The last two parties I was not able to enjoy myself with you and Diane because George took over. He wouldn’t let me leave his side. Is that how he is with new people?”His mouth opens and closes with no sound coming out, he is still blinking rapidly but manages a nod.”I love what you and kaçak iddaa Diane are wearing. Shows off your best bits a treat.” I have moved a fraction closer. He suddenly smiles slowly and leans forward and kisses me. I grab the back of his head and pull his head closer. His tongue is squirming round inside my mouth. I move my hand from the back of his head, and slide them down his back and cup his arse cheeks and rub them. His big cock is pressed tight against my belly. His breathing is starting to quicken, but just at that moment a hand taps me on the shoulder. “Good to see the two you getting along so well.” It is Diane. “But the front door bell went.””Oh right. Yes. I see.” Roger has the air of a man coming out of a trance and wondering where he is.”That will be Daddy.”Roger moves off to the front door intercom system and speaks into it.”Daddy?” I say quietly. She grins at me.”George and Daddy hate each other and George will not let him into the building so we have to invite him when George is away.””Ahh. I see now.” I thought they were inviting me so that they could have me alone. “Partly to get you alone but I always invite daddy.””I never complimented you on your outfits. They are so sexy. Where did you get them?””I made them. Got the idea from a film we saw.” She grins at me. “Is outfit new?””It is. i was in need of more clothes if this is going to be the norm.!” “It is lovely.” She suddenly lifts my skirt. “Oh pretty panties. Had to make sure and see if you were wearing any.” It is my turn to laugh.Just then Roger walks through the front door, he kaçak bahis is closely followed by Daddy, puffing after having walked up the stairs. Roger sops by the front door to close it and I see Daddy squeezing the cheeks of his arse.”Hello Daddy.” Diane says and moves forward to embrace him. He wears a brightly coloured track suit and trainers which are a bright green and don’t go with his track suit at all but it doesn’t seem to bother him at all. “Hello princess. Love the outfits.” He hugs and grabs the cheeks of her arse as well. Parting, he holds her at arms length and looks her over and then tugs on her cock through her tights. “Very nice. Showing us all your nice bits.” He turns to look at Roger. “And Roger is getting bigger! How does he do that?””Come and meet Mike.” DIane says. She leads him over. He looks at me.”Mike? Are you sure that’s Mike. Looks more like Michelle or Michaella.” He reaches out his hand and I grab it thinking he is going to shake it, but he grabs it and pulls me up to him and kisses me on the mouth. He roars with laughter at my surprise and the next thing his hands are all over me, squeezing my bum, tugging my cock in my panties. “Oh yes! He sure is Mike.” He then moves out to the kitchen to get a drink.”Sorry about that.” Diane says. I laugh. “It is not a problem Diane. He is a character. I see why George dislikes him now. He just takes the room over and George likes to be the centre of attention.” She grins and nods.”His name is Tom, by the way. I did say earlier but you were being mauled by him.” She looks into the kitchen. “Normally by this…..” George suddenly starts pulling all his clothes off. “..time, he strips off.” She adds lamely. I chuckle!!I watch as Tom pours himself a drink, and the comes back to rejoin us.To be continued!

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