Prepare for evening

Loryn decides if Jennifer was going to have tonight, so would she. She decides she will go out, maybe even try the new dance club downtown.

Living at the end of the street, Loryn loved to walk through the house scantily dressed. She remembered the time she answered the door in only a pair of Daisy Duke shorts when the Jehovah's Witnesses would not leave her alone. They never showed up again.

She takes off her clothes and stands in the shower, letting the hot water run down her still firm body. With a lot of exercise, she has been able to keep the flat belly she had before Jennifer came along. With the firm abs, her breasts had just a bit of sag. Soaping each one, Loryn feels their heft and notices they still have that bounce the guys like.

Her hands wander down to her thighs, feeling their tautness. Sliding 2 fingers into her pussy, she thinks how dancing can lead to more. As she rubs her bare snatch, sending shivers up her back, she reminds herself to put the diaphragm in her purse.

Drying off, she goes into her room, and starts to search for the perfect outfit. While she does get out some, she doesn't have a great range of clothes. She finds a old leather skirt, that she has hardly ever worn. Still looking like new, she decides this is the one.

Loryn finds a nice pair of bikini panties, and pulls on the skirt, zipping herself in. It still fits nicely, showing her shapely ass while flaring out and ending just above her knees.

She sees nothing in her closet to go with this skirt, so she goes to Jennifer's room. Jennifer has spent enough money on clothes, and now it's time to borrow something. Luckily, Jennifer had ended up built very similar to her mom.

Under Jennifer's shirts, she sees this small piece of leather. Picking it up, she sees it is a bandeau top. Perfect, she thinks, this will keep her rack under control and still show it off.

When she finally gets the side zipper closed, she sees it is a bit small. The amount of cleavage she shows will keep the guys looking at her tonight. With that thought, her nipples harden and she sees how close they are to the upper edge.

Now that she is dressed, she braids her hair and flops it over her shoulder, the end stopping at the upper edge of the top, like it was pointing there.