Her skirt is ripped

Willow had no sooner uttered the words than Mackenzie's skirt started sliding down her shapely hips again. Before Mackenzie could even notice it happening, the garment hit the point of no return and dropped to the floor. The redheaded witch gasped and quickly crouched down to retrieve her fallen bottoms. This time, Mackenzie inspected the garment as she pulled it back up her legs.

"Willow!" she whined, "I think you ripped my skirt!"

"I'm so sorry Mackenzie," Willow lied. "Here let me see it."Mackenzie let her friend kneel down and examine the black skirt she was worriedly holding in place. "Move your hands, I got it." Willow said as she placed her hands on Mackenzie left hip. Mackenzie gulped nervously but pulled her hands free. All the while the two guys across from them kept their full attention on Mackenzie, hoping for another free show.

Willow immediately noticed the tear at the top of the skirt, where it should have been the tightest. She pulled the two edges closer together then let them ease apart again. The tear widened. She repeated the process and it widened even further, travelling down the length of the skirt. Willow grinned, realizing she could make this work for her.

"Find a pin in my purse, will ya?" she asked Mackenzie as she used one hand to thrust her purse into Mackenzie's hands. The redhead began rummaging through it, distracted from what Willow was up to in the meantime. The dirty-blonde began pulling and releasing the fabric again, working the tear further and wider, all under the guise of helping. By the time Mackenzie successfully pulled a safety pin out and handed it to Willow, her skirt was barely holding together by a few threads at the bottom. Perfect! Willow thought. She carefully pinned the left edge of the skirt to the waistband of... Mackenzie's panties! Let's see if this works!

Then, Willow stood up and dusted her palms off, as if to show what a good job she'd done. "Good as new!" she happily said to Mackenzie.

"Oh thank god." Mackenzie said, glancing down at her left hip. ""Uh... Willow..." she began before the final threads in the skirt burst completely. The skirt was instantly rendered completely unwearable and immediately began plummeting towards the ground yet again. But this time the corner of the fabric clung to the left side of Mackenzie's skimpy black panties right where Willow had pinned it.

Mackenzie shouted, "What?!" right as Willow shouted, "Oh no! Don't worry, I've got it!"

Mackenzie semi-drunkenly fumbled for the skirt, but Willow was prepared and got to it first. Her hands clamped down on the fabric and yanked it away as forcefully as she could. The clips on the black stockings came free from the skirt as Willow secured it into her grip. And so did a chunk of Mackenzie's panties' waistband. And with such a skimpy pair, that was all it took for the waistband to snap apart completely. While Mackenzie was still reacting to her torn skirt, her panties began their descent down her legs.

"Woo!!" both the guys cheered in unison as they were treated to an up close view of Mackenzie's pussy. And their loud cheer attracted more attention from those around them. Quite a few partygoers were suddenly getting a view of the bottomless bombshell before them. It took the redhead a few **** moments to fully realize what had happened before she crouched down to pick her underwear up, blushing furiously.

"What the hell, Willow?!" Mackenzie said, starting to lose her temper at her friend's "accidents."

"Mackenzie, oh god I'm so so sorry! I didn't pin it right! This is all my fault!" Willow said as her friend slowly stood back up, clutching her panties. "Here, let me help!"