The Hen Night - Outside the house, garden, veranda and garage.
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				Title: <strong>The Hen Night - Outside the house, garden, veranda and garage.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>19-12-2010, 01:28:03</strong>
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				<strong>[OOC Note]</strong><br><br>This thread covers the outside of the house. This includes the street outside, the driveway, garden, veranda, and the garage.<br><br>The reason the garage is included is because I can't see much happening there... it's probably the least comfortable place to be.<br><br>(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/bc/Garden_plan.jpg)<br><br>Not going to put a picture up because I doubt I'll find one that I like. Please use your imaginations? The garden is mostly lawn, with flower beds running around the edge, a gravel path from the gate to the front door and a tarmac drive from the street to the garage. Garage door is locked and there are two cars in there, also both locked.<br><br>Everyone new arriving at the party needs to post in this thread first, please.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Hen Night - Outside the house, garden, veranda and garage.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mrsjaz</strong> on <strong>19-12-2010, 10:39:34</strong>
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				<strong>Eliza Foster</strong><br><br><br>Eliza had lots to do before the party, her invite came from the sister of the bride, there was money to made, and she was not about to pass up a chance to make some. Her clients were mostly well off and some had more money than they knew what to do with. Eliza had friends in high places, she knew policemen - who supplied the majority of her drugs, from the finest skunk to the purest coke,&nbsp; doctors, lawyers and musicians- all of them she considered valuable connections that helped her avoid the riskier side of drugs. Eliza had a quick line before heading out the door, she had to collect some special gear for the party, just in case it was needed, and pay some guys off, then pick up the cake, oh yes the cake, that made her think of Amsterdam where she had had her first taste of Space cake, a rich chocolate sponge cake with chocolate truffle hash filling, topped with icing, flavoured with hash, all gooey and delicious and deadly if you ate too much - just wait until they saw that cake, she laughed to herself, yes tonight was going to be a good night.<br>She finally arrived at the party, she was sure the taxi man could smell the hash cake, even though it was in an air tight container, he kept looking at her and he opened all the windows. Dressed in a black pencil skirt and sexy pink waistcoat, she felt in the mood for a really good party, she walked up to the door and knocked.&nbsp; <br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <br>&nbsp;Space Cakes (http://t1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcS6utNh7uUi2So7YbghrVAmfw5TPbXXTu_WHMfAzyWOLrlg-iSxfQ)<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Hen Night - Outside the house, garden, veranda and garage.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>19-12-2010, 10:57:37</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img347.imageshack.us/img347/8554/32116da.jpg)</div> <strong><span style="font-family: Curlz MT;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Sandra Pickton</span></span></strong><br><br>I opened the door to the knock, to see a pretty blond, a bit older than most of my friends. "Uh... Hi?" I smiled, slightly puzzled. She was carrying what looked like a big chocolate cake that looked delicious and smelled.... Ah! "You must be Eliza?" I giggled. "I guess you better come in before someone sees you!" My idea of a joke, not particularly funny... I grinned infectiously at this woman who Cathy had insisted would make the party fly.<br><br>"Cathy told me she'd invited someone with the right... ah, ... connections. We have a very innocent virgin to get completely salamied before tomorrow morning!" I held the door open and moved aside. "Go through into the lounge, The cute Chinkie girl is Emi, and she'd mine, you can't have her! I may let you borrow her in exchange for a spliff a bit later!"<br><br>I quickly looked up and down the street to see if anyone else was arriving.<br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Petrosity</strong> on <strong>20-12-2010, 14:40:18</strong>
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				<strong>Miranda Diaz</strong><br><br>Miranda felt a little awkward as she walked alone to the old, familiar house. She had been to the house often in times past, but it had been several months since she had visited her friend, Sandra Pickton. Over the last few months, Miranda’s professional and personal life had been on the rocks. Work was unsteady, and maintaining a functional relationship for any period of time seemed unorthodox and perverse.&nbsp; On the verge of a very early mid-life crisis, the invitation to the hen party seemed like the perfect chance to leave behind some of her worries and have fun for an evening.<br><br>After a few hours of procrastination, Miranda had managed to pull herself out of her small black hole of despair and debt and prepare for the party. She really needed to relax and forget some of her worries. After all, someone was getting married, and that was reason enough to celebrate! Miranda’s thoughts shifted back and forth as she tried to put her problems away. She looked up at the house’s inviting face and smiled, happy to see that other guests were already arriving. Her flirty, black dress danced along her tan thighs as she walked up the path, her stiletto pumps clacking noisily.<br><br>As the blonde guest moved past, Miranda could clearly see that it Sandra at the door, and almost squealed. She quickly walked the remaining few steps to the door and embraced her friend with a tight, affectionate squeeze. “God, it’s been too long!” she realized, letting go of Sandra as looked at her, noticing anything that might’ve changed over her long absence. “You look great!” she added brightly. “And, where would you like put this, Sandra?” She gestured to the bottle. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Hen Night - Outside the house, garden, veranda and garage.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>20-12-2010, 15:02:43</strong>
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				<strong><span style="font-family: Curlz MT;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Sandra Pickton</span></span></strong><br><br>As Eliza went past into the house, I spotted an old friend! "Mirand...ooof!" I was grabbed and hugged. "Easy there tiger!" I giggled at her, and for old times sake planted a nice big wet kiss on her mouth. "You look great too, dear. I've missed you. Come on in... OOOH BOOZE! I'll take that, yoink!"<br><br>I looked around. There wasn't anyone else arriving that I could see, so I closed the door, ushering the two arrivals into the lounge.
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				Post by: <strong>aprilstone</strong> on <strong>24-12-2010, 02:15:42</strong>
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				I had been shuffling for hours to find something nice to wear, something that wouldn't make me stick out with my red hair and green eyes. Even more I had lost a bit of weight so It was difficult to fit into my old cloths. Finally I found it the dark purple dress that I wore to my prom. It was thin, but elegant and sophisticated.&nbsp; I threw a string of pearls around my neck and slipped in a couple of matching earrings. Donna&nbsp; went and stood in front of the mirror and smiled, for once I was happy with what I saw. <br><br>I knew there was a possibility that Sandra was going to get me to drink so I&nbsp; decided to take a cab to the designated location.&nbsp; As the cab got there I smiled and handed him a good 20 bucks over the fare . "Have a good day darlin." As I&nbsp; step out of the cab and walk up the walk way and to the front door i take a few deep breaths trying to calm myself down. I was a bit of a recluse, but tonight I was a guest at a party. <br><br>I knock and smile awaiting for someone to answer the door and think to myself <em>"Please be Sandra, Please be Sandra"</em>
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				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>24-12-2010, 09:24:29</strong>
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				<strong><span style="font-family: Curlz MT;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Sandra Pickton</span></span></strong><br><br>I opened the door and giggled. "Hi darling, I said it was you". I swept Donna into my arms and kissed her passionately, then relieved her of her bottle. "Come on, lets get you inside before Emi gets jealous..."<br><br>I ushered the stunning but chubby red-head past me, pinching that gorgeous bottom as she went past.
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				Post by: <strong>aprilstone</strong> on <strong>24-12-2010, 17:22:29</strong>
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				I kissed back, Unable to control myself not to. My cheeks became flushed as I blushed with shyness, "Thank you for inviting me" I scooted in a bit of&nbsp; a jerk as my butt was pinched unexpectedly. "Wow this is a beautiful place"&nbsp; I kinda walked over somewhere and stood not yet feeling comfortable being here as It took time for me to relax. <br><br>"Hello Everyone Im Donna Peirce " 
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				Post by: <strong>Le Immortelle</strong> on <strong>27-12-2010, 15:13:01</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Catherine Wilson</strong></div><br>Finally the day had come. It seemed rather..strange to Catherine that her little sister was getting married. Who would've expected that! Though Catherine had been expecting it for a while..but still it was one of those things which make you wonder 'Wow, it's already happening?' She again thought about that as they drove through the streets and glanced at the woman sitting next to her. It had been a pain to drag Avery out of the house right now, saying she needed some emergency shopping to be done. As usual she had refused and whatnot but ultimately they were out and Catherine had bought herself a nice dress after spending fair bit of time in the shop.<br><br>"Why not stop at Sandra's?" Catherine had suggested, swiftly putting the plan into motion. Avery had protested but she knew it was inevitable. Catherine pulled over outside Sandra Pickton's house. The familiar place looked as great as it always had. Some lights could be seen on. "Come on!" Catherine said to Avery as they got out of the car. Catherine was almost laughing at the prospect of the party. As a model, she had been in some pretty crazy situations in past..but with this one, they had planned to make it <em>the</em> craziest. She eyed her sweet, innocent sister for a moment and shook her head. This girl hadn't even learnt to enjoy herself in all these years and now here she was, going to be tied down to one person for the rest of her life. And this was the night when she'll be learning all of that...and much more! She thought so as she pressed the doorbell.
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				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>27-12-2010, 18:36:41</strong>
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				<strong>Avery being dragged out by her sister. </strong><br><br>I had too much to do, now Catherine just "had to" go shopping. I rolled my eyes and protested to the hilt telling her that I needed to stay home, fluff out the dress and get my last minute preparations done. God she could always be a pain. <br><br>After what seemed like hours, just for one damn dress, I was glad we were done and were going to head home. Imagine my dismay when she mentioned a stop off at Sandra's. I nearly shrieked at her smugness, and had she not been driving, we would have gone straight home. Honestly I love her to pieces but she can have no sense of urgency sometimes. <br><br>I sulked to the front door. "Let's make this quick ok? I do have a lot to do." I kept checking my watch, it was getting late and I was frustrated we were stopping off. I stood there pouting, as Cat rang the bell, "Twenty minutes, not a second longer, ok?"
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				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>27-12-2010, 19:15:16</strong>
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				I opened the door, after making sure the doors to the lounge and kitchen were both shut. "Oh hey Ave, Cathy, what's up... Uh, I' afraid you ... uh, caught Emi and I at a bad time. I called up the stairs, "Emi, it's okay it's just Avery and Cathy, no need to come down!"<br><br>I suppressed a giggle. "Um look if you want to step in for a bit, you're welcome?" <br><br>I ushered them in and opened the door to the darkened front room.
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				Post by: <strong>Le Immortelle</strong> on <strong>27-12-2010, 19:49:01</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Catherine Wilson</strong></div><br>"Yes, yes..twenty minutes only and then we take princess back to her castle!" Catherine said with a laugh as the door opened and Sandra was continuing the act, clearly struggling to control her giggling. Catherine almost expected her to start laughing anytime, which would inevitably also cause Catherine to go on a laughing fit as it had happened many times in past. But Sandra was firm. Catherine nodded at her. "Yeah..that would be great. Figured we should pay you a quick visit before tomorrow you know? Plus I had to do some last minute shopping..got this <em>great</em> dress just now."<br><br>Sandra led them inside as Catherine followed her in the dark room, almost relishing the prospect of the surprise which was to be unleashed on her sister.
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				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>27-12-2010, 21:19:02</strong>
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				<strong>Avery- oh see now we disturbed Sandra</strong><br><br>I arched my brow as Sandra opened the door. Christ she had been "busy". "Oh we don't have to stay, Cat just wanted too-" before I knew it I was being ushered inside. Why the hell were the lights off? Something seemed off about all this, but&nbsp; they had both assured me no party. They knew I wasn't that kind of girl. Sure I knew how to have fun, but a big party before the wedding was not to be in the cards for me, at least I thought so. 
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				Post by: <strong>Writersblockade</strong> on <strong>04-01-2011, 03:39:53</strong>
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				Chester “Breaker” Breckenridge (http://i825.photobucket.com/albums/zz178/Writersblockade/JessieGodderz9.jpg) was actually in a buddy’s van waiting for the signal with a group of other guys. He told them about the gig and they thought it would be good show to help out. It also didn’t hurt that Chester had given them a few bucks on the side and paid for the pizza they were scarfing down. Chester only had a slice. He was working, and was damned if some cheap pizza was going to ruin his chance for good tips. With a few swift pecks of his thumbs, he texted back "ETA in 5. See you there!"<br><br>Bachelorette gigs were the best. Like working a male strip joint, without the competition. Sandra didn’t make it easy for him though, but the soldier routine was too good to pass up “Okay guys…just like we practiced. You’ll all get the last bit of cash when I’m done on my end.” They all grumbled their assent and opened the van’s doors to file out. They must have been a sight. 6 guys in relatively good shape, out at night with military gear in full swing. He had decided on the pack at the last minute. He’d used it to carry his “real” clothes and keys to his own car parked in front of the van. They were ready, better still, he was ready. It was time to shine!<br><br>The cadence started loud, and the driver played the part of their leader. They sung loud and proud, keeping their jog in step until they got close to Sandra’s house. A little water ahead of time helped with the hard run sweat that never happened, and the group created enough rabble outside to draw attention. Finally, on time, Chester went to take a drink from his canteen to find it empty. The group claimed they didn’t have any either, which means he had to go and find some. The good news was that the house seemed to be well lit, and judging from a passing smiling face, in damn good cheer.<br><br>“I’ll try that place” Chester told the guys with a grin, then jogged to the door to give it a firm knock “Hello?” he called, feigning a look of slight embarrassment. <br>
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				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>04-01-2011, 04:06:05</strong>
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				<strong>Avery, what the hell is all the comotion? </strong><br><br>Ok, so the cake was making me woozy as all hell, so when I heard the ruckus outside, I didn't think anything of it. Sounded like a friging parade, why would there be a parade this late at night? As the bell rang, I loked around, I was closest to the door, or was it a window? No it was a door. <br><br>I opened it and saw, well, hell, the whole damn army was outside her house! "Sandra I think the neighbors are pissed, they sent the army! You might want to get our ass out here," I giggled. As I looked at the officer, I nearly lost it, god he was hot, really hot. <br><br>"I'm sorry officer, we'll keep it down, don't haul me off to the brig." Yeah I was gone, what the hell was in that damn cake! I am swearing off sweets after this. 
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				Post by: <strong>Writersblockade</strong> on <strong>04-01-2011, 11:51:32</strong>
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				<strong>Chester's out of fluids, and wants yours!</strong><br><br>Chester took one look at the woman and stifled the need to laugh. Apparently the party was getting along well. It would make things easier on his part! “Oh, no…nothing like that, ma’am…” he said, staying in character “I just found out I was empty on my canteen.” He turned his canteen upside down, and in true comical timing one drop managed to fall out of it. He couldn’t have timed that any better. “Do you mind if I refill it here?” <br><br>One of the guys on the street laughed and shouted “Yeah, honey, let him fill’er up!” and the rest of them laughed. Chester took a scowling look at them and turned back to the lady “Sorry about that, ma’am. They can tend to be a little rowdy. I really do need the water though. May I come in?” Chester didn’t know it was the bride to be he was talking to, but she was a smoke show if he ever saw one. Things were definitely looking up, in more ways than one <em>’Down Killer…first we do the job, then I’ll flip through the phone and take it out on someone’</em> he though, turning a little rowdy himself.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>04-01-2011, 13:16:54</strong>
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				<strong>Avery with the hot guy in uniform</strong><br><br>I stood there listening to him, ok I didn't hear much of what he was saying, I was looking at him, studying him, Damn he was fine! Then another shouted about filling up, oh, oh yes tue canteen. Water. Avery focus. Why did the other guys look like they were eight feet tall? <br><br>I blinked twice, "Yes ok, canteen, water, yeah. Walk straight trough her, the kitchen is just beyond there." I pointed him in the right direction, then called to Sandra, "He just needs water, can someone fill his canteen?" I watched him as he headed to the kitchen, Damn he had one fine looking ass. Wait, wedding, focus Avery. Shit he's fine!
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				Post by: <strong>Writersblockade</strong> on <strong>05-01-2011, 03:50:06</strong>
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				Chester had something of a small moment with the other woman as she looked him over. Judging the way she broke in and out, she seemed to like what she saw. Needless to say, it worked for him. Chester himself was a solidly built 6’4, and all he could think about was the nice ways he could bend the hottie in front of him. They both seemed to jump back from their split second moment at the same time “Straight ahead…got it” he said as he pointed. <br><br>A quick shrug got his pack off and he made sure to take his hat off before stepping inside. Always one to try his hardest to stay in char, at least until after the jig was up, he eased by the woman respectfully and even threw in the signal for the other guys to leave before he was fully in. “Be back in a minute, guys!” he called before made his way to the kitchen. The good thing was that whoever she was, she’d given Sandra the confirm that he’d arrived. He’d adapt from this point on, and make sure he got a solid read on the guests. He could hear a few hushed whispers, but moved on as if he was just some guy. <br>
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				Post by: <strong>Zillah</strong> on <strong>12-03-2011, 17:22:05</strong>
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				<strong>Gina Cifaretto</strong><br><br>Gina pulled up in front of the house in her beaten-up BMW ... she'd bought the thing second-hand, and it barely ran sometimes, but Gina loved it anyway. It still looked good, and more importantly, thought she looked great when she was driving it.<br><br>That assumed, however, it would <em>start</em>.<br><br>She and her girlfriend Polina were supposed to be at Avery's hen night well over an hour ago, but of course, the frigging BMW had chosen tonight, of all nights, to not want to start. Fortunately, the guys who lived across the way were good with cars. After a little bit of flirting and making some naughty promises for later in the week, a new battery was installed, some wires were fixed, and ...<br><br>"Finally," Gina said with an exasperated breath. "We're here."<br><br>Taking off her seatbelt, Gina leaned over in her seat and gave her lovely blonde girlfriend Polina a full kiss on the mouth ... and slipped a hand under her black trenchcoat as well. Still kissing Polina, Gina smiled as the girl moaned and squirmed. Gina's hand cupped one of&nbsp; Polina's small breasts, roughly kneading the hard nipple between her fingers. Part of Gina just wanted to tear away the trenchcoat, shove her girlfriend into the backseat of the car and steam up the windows ... but she didn't.<br><br>She knew they'd have more fun at the party.<br><br>"Enough," Gina finally said, breaking off the kiss. Her hand slipped back out from under the trenchcoat, and she gently caressed the girl's cheek. "You're such an adorably dirty thing, P ... god, I love you." She caressed Polina's cheek some more, then abruptly slapped it - playful, but hard. <br><br>"Let's go have some fun, shall we?"<br><br>Gina got out of the care. She wore a leather jacket over a worn, faded T-shirt and a ridiculously short denim mini-skirt, one that barely covered her ass cheeks. She opened the passenger door for Polina, and helped the girl out. Polina wore her long black trenchcoat and tall platform high heels. <br><br>Taking Polina's hand, Gina led her to the front door. Hearing sounds of a party going on inside, Gina smiled and rang the doorbell.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Hen Night - Outside the house, garden, veranda and garage.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>12-03-2011, 20:32:11</strong>
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				<strong><span style="font-family: Curlz MT;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Sandra Pickton</span></span></strong><br><br>Coming from the lounge (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=92393.msg4362521#msg4362521), I peered through the peep hole and my face brioke into a huge grin. "Hey, Aves, guess who just arrived?" I shouted and flung the door open.<br><br>"Gina, Polly, come on in. I'd almost given up on you. Drinks are in the kitchen. I think the guest of honour is in there too, getting fucked by the male stripper!"<br><br>Of course, I was stark naked, but so what. Gina and I had been naked together before, I think... I'd never had her new girl though. I looked Polina up and down, liking what I saw. "So... uh, is she your exclusive property, or more like a Twix, made for sharing?" I ushered the two of them inside.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Hen Night - Outside the house, garden, veranda and garage.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Lovely Tsaritsa</strong> on <strong>13-03-2011, 16:53:12</strong>
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				POLINA VOROSHILOVA<br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/a/a3/Polina.jpg)</div>Polina fidgeted in her car seat, very nervous! She was very excited, to go to Hen Night. She didn't know well the girl getting married, Avery. Or any one else, at the party! They all were Gina's friends. And Gina and Polina, they only dated for a few months. So Polina only meeted some people at the party, once or twice, if at all!<br><br>But Polina loved dating Gina. She would do any thing for her. Gina bringed out Polina's wild side, they did many amazing kinky things, together! The other night, Gina maked Polina crawl under the table, at a resturant. And grabbed Polina's hair, she maked Polina eat her out her yummy pussy, right there! Polina didn't know, what was more exciting? Having sex, with her sexy Gina, in public? Or knowing, some one might notice, and watch!<br><br>Gina wanted Polina doing even more wild things, at Hen Night. Polina was scared, a little. She always was! But she secretly loved it too, it maked her so excited. Polina knowed she never could do all the naughty kinky things she wanted, by herself. It was why she loved Gina so much, Gina would make her do them. Gina always knowed what Polina wanted, and how to please her!<br><br>Polina sitted there, in the car, wearing her over coat. And big clear plastic platform heels, that Gina buyed for her. When Gina beginned kissing her, and fondling her breasts? Polina giggled and squirmed, very happy. <strong>"Mmm, baby, want to do it here in the car?"</strong> Polina asked Gina, very teasing. <strong>"Or maybe we go inside, where people can watch us?"</strong> Saying that, it maked Polina feel very naughty! She and Gina, they had sex in public places before. But no one ever catched them. Polina never had people watching, when she had sex before, it sounded very hot!<br><br>Polina followed Gina, to the front door. She drawed her over coat around her more tight, at first. But then a sexy brunette, she answered the door, naked! She had a body to die for, Polina smiled, very big! <strong>"Hello Sandra, it's very nice meeting you, I'm Polina,"</strong> she said. <strong>"Thank you, for inviting us."</strong><br><br>Polina helped Gina, take off her jacket. And then Polina taked a deep breath, and taked off her over coat!<br><br>Under her over coat, Gina only weared a white lace cut away bra, that pushed up and showed off her pretty pink tits. Her nipples were very hard, with excitement! And a white garter belt and thigh high stockings. She didn't wear any panties. She waxed completely, the day before, like Gina telled her. So her cute pussy, it was completely bare and smooth.<br><br><strong>"Gina says I'm a gift for the bride,"</strong> Polina said to Sandra. <strong>"But Gina always says brides should share there gifts, on Hen Night, with every one."</strong> Polina reached out, very nervous, and runned a hand down Sandra's pretty chest. <strong>"Am I a good gift, do you think?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Hen Night - Outside the house, garden, veranda and garage.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zillah</strong> on <strong>13-03-2011, 20:16:58</strong>
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				<strong>Gina Cifaretto</strong><br><br>Gina blinked at Sandra, stunned. <br><br>The fact that Sandra was totally naked didn't bother Gina. She kind of expected as much - in fact, she expected she'd be naked as well shortly.<br><br>But ...<br><br>"Our blushing bride-to-be is getting fucked by the <em>stripper</em>?" Gina blurted out. She laughed, and clapped a hand over her mouth. "Oh my god ... isn't she a ...?"<br><br>Gina laughed harder. And harder. Until she doubled over, her hands on her knees, tears running down her face.<br><br>"Oh, that's rich," Gina said, gasping for breath. She reached into her purse, and took our her Flip video camera. "Avery's losing her cherry to a stripper ... that's fantastic. Good for her." She fiddled around on the Flip, adjusting the settings. "I just hope that I can catch some of this for posterity ..."<br><br>"And by the way, this is my new girlfriend Polina," Gina said to Sandra. "No, she's not exclusive ... like what you see?" Gina grinned as her sweet blonde girlfriend helped her take her jacket off, and then doffed her trenchocat, revealing that delectable body of hers ... while still standing outside. <em>Oh, what a dirty little slut,</em> Gina thought admiringly.<br><br>"You're welcome to try out Polina, love," Gina said to Sandra, giving the gorgeous brunette a soft kiss on the cheek. "Everyone can. I don't mind, and I know she won't."<br><br>"But first things first. I need a glass of wine, I think. And, um, maybe I can sample the stripper as well, if our bride doesn't wear him out."<br><br>Laughing, Gina took Polina by the hand, and kissed her again. "Ready, love?"<br><br>Gina led Polina into the house (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=92393.msg4366434#msg4366434), following Sandra.
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