Is that mature and responsible? Look at me, I'm like a drowned rat." Standing back and running his eyes up and down her, able to see right through her silk blouse, her nipples rock hard and standing up on her tiny chest like pencil erasers. Her skirt clinging to her cute little girlfriend ass like indian a glove. Smiling and trying to hold back a chuckle, he lifted her chin, stared into her beautiful eyes and said, "Hey it'll be okay. We all make mistakes. It's not the end of the world. Why don't we get you out of these wet clothes then russian try to figure out how we're going to get you in the house. It's not that bad. You can call your parents to see about a spare key. Come on, I'll get you something to put on while I dry your clothes. Okay?" Ashley smiled meekly, shrugged her shoulders and answered him, "Well I guess so. I still feel so dumb. Thank you Mr. Hanson." Putting his arm around her shoulder and leading her upstairs he told her, "Please, gorgeous call me Bob okay?" "Well, okay Bob. Thanks again." "You can use this room to change in. I don't have many women's clothes here since I'm not married. But there are a few things in that closet. Help yourself to anything in there and I'll meet you downstairs. Bring your clothes and I'll get them dried for you and european you can make that phone call." "Thanks again Mr. Hanson, uh, I mean thanks Bob." She watched him until he walked out and closed the door. She quickly stripped her wet things off, dropping them in a pile on the floor, then opened the closet door, astonished at the beautiful things she found inside. There were dozens of negligees, mostly small sizes like her. A few skirts which she thumbed through looking at the sizes. Four or five blouses which she knew would all fit her. Finally settling on a tiny micro mini that fit her body perfectly. Picking up a thin beige blouse she slipped it on and looked at her self in the mirror covering one whole wall. She could see her hard nipples through the thin blouse and her ass looked damn good in the skirt. Feeling good about herself, despite all her mishaps today, she smiled, smoothed her skirt over her tiny boobs ass, yanked on her nipples making them just a little harder. Picking up her wet clothes, then remembering she had no panties on either since her's were soaked. She took one last look in the mirror, smoothed out her wet hair just a bit and headed back downstairs where Bob stood patiently waiting for her. "Thank you Bob. and from now on . . . A boy girlfriend like russian this is likely to give you just what you want. I sat on the couch while he went into the bedroom. "Yes sir!" He reached down and indian cupped gorgeous her breasts in his hand careful not to interrupt her. I had to untie Aunt Sheen from the chair first. By the time she had started on her third glass of wine her chip count was running quite low and Jayden seemed to be well ahead of the others. I reached boobs down to my 7-inch dick and ruthlessly applied pressure to her vagina until I entered. Fucking great. Taking my detachment from her as a sign european to continue driving, she put the car back into reverse and looked behind her. They begin to make me several scrambled eggs with bacon and some fried potatoes.