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Julie had met Claire at the local horse riding stables she attended and although Claire was nearly 10 years older they had struck up a bit of a friendship. It was Claire who had invited her to the party and Julie had no idea that John worked for the same company as her Dad. Moving outside for some fresh air Julie slumped down onto a wooden bench in the garden and searched in her bag for some cigarettes. Lighting one with slightly unsteady hands she inhaled deeply savouring the taste of it. She smiled to herself, thinking how pleased she was at the invitation to the party with a slightly older crowd and how she was moving into the adult world properly and becoming a sophisticated lady. She had filled out at an early age especially up top and had attracted a lot of attention from the boys at school. Whilst they were okay, they were still a bit childish for her tastes and she wanted to get to know older and more experienced men. Getting slowly to her feet she smoothed the short tight black mini dress down as far as it would go, telling herself that maybe her parents were right that the teen dress was too short, then giggling aloud she tottered back into the house on six inch heels which added to her 5'6" frame. Flicking her long naturally wavy auburn hair over her shoulder like she had seen elegant women do in films, she felt like she was an elegant model walking on a catwalk as she felt the warmth of the room as she re-joined amateur the party. The hosts, Claire and John, watched as Julie walked back into the room noticing that she was starting to show the signs of drink but desperately trying to hide it. Turning to his young wife, John moved her shoulder length blonde hair to one side and whispered seductively in her ear, "I bet you would love to taste that girl's pussy, feel her Big Tits cum in your mouth, wouldn't you?" Claire laughed softly as she replied, "and afterwards I would love watching you fuck her senseless with your wonderful cock." Sliding his tongue into her ear, he asked her the question that he already knew the answer to, judging from the way her nipples were pressed against the material of her top, "Shall we try?" he murmured, "after all she is eighteen now… just, if I remember hearing it right at work." Claire squeezed his hand in agreement and watched as John walked over to Julie, knowing as he did so that there was more than one pair of eyes on her husband. John was proud of his well-defined muscled body and at twenty-five was in his prime and knew he was attracting looks from both the knowing and also the unknowing. Winking at a couple of women who he had fucked in the past, mostly with his wife, he ran his hand across Julie's shoulder who jumped with a start and stumbled on the heels that were higher than she was used to and in the process nearly knocking a vase from the table. John caught it before it fell and asked in a concerned voice, "are you alright? It's just you look a little unsteady on your feet... too much to drink perhaps?" Hanging her head down like a small girl corrected, tears forming in the corners of her eyes, Julie looked at him. "Sorry," she stammered, embarrassed by her clumsiness in front of the tall handsome owner of the house who stood there like a film star in a white shirt unbuttoned at the throat showing golden curls that matched the surfer style tousle of his blonde locks. "I suppose I had better go home." Looking down at the young girl John said softly, "Now don't be silly darling, you have just had a little too much to drink, but it's all right. Why don't you go and lie on our bed and see how you feel after a little sleep." Taking Julie by the arm, John led her down the hallway into the bedroom where she collapsed onto the bed, as Claire slipped quietly into the bedroom. 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