Preparation.

Carrie continued about her day, cleaning the house, especially her bed, still a mess from last night, doing any dishes that needed to be completed. When it came time to the laundry though, that took a little longer. As she rifled though the clothes, she remembered that she was still wearing Sarah’s panties. She thought for a moment, wondering if she should take them off, and put her own back on. But after a moment, she decided not too. She felt kinky and naughty wearing them. And it showed even more, as she would come across any panties, whether they were hers, or her daughters, and gave them a large whiff, before tossing them in the wash.

After all the laundry was done, and drying, Carrie let out a sigh, and looked at the clock. It was 6:50. Any time now, Mandi would arrive. She happily pranced up to her room. She sat down at her makeup table, eyeing up her appearance. Though she was still farirly decent from her cleanup from the morning, there were small signs that showed she had been up too something, like her lip stick slightly smeared. Cleaning it off her lips, she reapplied a fresh coat, giving her lips a nice light pink tone, similar to what she saw Mandi wearing.

She gave herself a kissing face in the mirror, then concentrated on her clothing. She was still wearing her tank top and yoga pants. She decided it was time for something a little more fancy. She moved to her walk in closet, and found the little number she was looking for. Quickly, she wiggled out of her yoga pants, as well as deciding to remove the panties, then casually tossed her tank top too the side. She reached in, grabbing a red, low cut dress, and threw it over her head. She stuck her arms through the shoulders, then pulled her head through, reaching down to grab the hem of the skirt portion, pulling it down further, but didn’t have far to go.

The dress was red, with a v opening that ended just above her belly button, and small sleeves that began just at the edge of her shoulders, and only extended a few inches past that. And the skirt portion just barely hid everything else.

Carrie looked at herself again in the mirror, running her hands down her sides, admiring how the dress tightly hugged her body. It was a dress her husband bought her, thinking that it would be nice for a social function. But at the time, Carrie thought it was to daring, too revealing and small. Tonight though, it was perfect. She turned her rear towards the mirror, bending over, just barely getting a peek of her pussy. “I’m so naughty.” She giggled. “First, going braless, now the full works.”

She looked down at her chest, giving herself a nice squeeze and jiggle, imagining what Mandi would do to them when she got here. Just then, the door bell rang, making Carries heart leap, as made a dash out of her bedroom.