By Saturday Sally is wishing the hours away til our night out, chatting excitedly as the stylists work on our hair, practically skipping as we walk back to the institute and arriving at mine and Andy’s room nearly 10 minutes early looking like a million pounds, the dress hugging her figure, her high heels accentuating her legs and ass, the bra and slightly loose top showing off her ample chest and cleavage (If Josh doesn’t make a move on her tonight he’s mad. I crawl over to him, lying next to him and stroking his cheek as we recover. “You are definitely doing that to me again before you leave.” I tell him between pants. “Hell yeah! With a pop the head slides in, the sudden loss of resistance making the first inch of his shaft follow it and I let out a loud gasp, gripping the sheet so tight that my knuckles turn white at the intrusion.
