Then Ellen hugged him goodbye and Pak Sing moaned in pain and fell to his knees. Ellen looked at him in disbelief and then looked down at her hands. ...“Oh my God, he’s been shot! Ellen shouted as she demonstrated her blood stained hands. “Why didn’t you tell us you were hurt?” She scolded the old man while helping him lay on the ground. ”Don’t worry; we’re going to get you to a hospital.” “I’m afraid it’s too late for me, I’m already dead.” Pak Sing said as he coughed out a stream of blood.. She eased the dress higher, stopping when the hem of the dress barely covered her pussy and the cheeks of her gorgeous ass. "How do I look?"Linda creamed. Her tits, constrained in a tight sweater, felt as if they were going to burst. "Gorgeous," she said, her voice wavering, her green eyes misty with passion. "Lift your dress. You'll see how the high heels tighten the cheeks of your ass." The words were out. She waited, for what seemed like an eternity."I'm not wearing panties, remember?". Once she got a little buzz going, she would loosen up and would be open to suggestions of flashing. We started with just people walking down the street. One of the best was a boy who was riding his bike in the evening. We pulled up along side of him and Cindy pulled her top up over her tits. She aimed them at him and bounced them up and down. His eyes got very wide and he almost wrecked. He slowed and so did I, stopping right next to him. She continued to play with her nipples and even licked. Francesca standing there, her heart beating as if it was going to escape from her chest, she heard him whisper to her in a concerned voice, ‘You OK babe?’ before his head bent down and he kissed her lips, gently in a feather soft kiss. In a small trembling voice, ‘Yes, I’m sorry if I made a scene in there.’ ‘No problem. You want to stay out here a while before going back in?’ ‘Please.’ Taking her hand he led her to the bottom of the stairs and once she had sat down on a couple of steps up, he.