He reached down and up my skirt, grabbed at my panties and pulled them down and off my legs, then pulled my turtleneck up and off.I was now laying her... in my little sheer bra, short skirt, and fishnet stockings, bashfully staring up at this giant of a man standing over me.He beckoned me to sit up and I quickly obliged, my face was right at his crotch, and I needed no further instruction.I began to unbuckle his jeans, this was the moment of truth, as for some time now the thought and question. I moaned a little I remember what they were doing in the mags, I started whimpering again and tears were running down my cheeks.The other guy was pushing it in and out of my ass. Faster and faster, I looked back and his hand was a blur on his own cock. Dude I was blowing pulled me back on when he came. I swallowed most of it.Dude stopped pushing the vibrator in and out, and left it in, ordering me to clamp down on it. So I did as best I could, I came off the cock and dude that was behind me. “Oh no!” Janet protested but already the tip of the blade was slipping inside her trouser legs, cutting down the outside of her leg, once cut through he started on the other leg and then draged the whole sodden mess of white trousers aside leaving her in just black stockings held by her black suspender belt.A moment later her suspenders were cut through and her stockings slid down her legs.“Kick your shoes off dear,” Miss Jones ordered.“No!” Janet protested.“Now don’t be silly, you don’t want. She grabbed me and turned me around. I wanted to kiss her, but too many people would see."So, my parents are at the museum tonight. They should be pretty late. You can come by."She leaned against me. I giggled and licked my lips. Finally!Then she put her hands on my shoulders, and not so hard, she shoved me back."But wear a different skirt. That one makes me sick."I dressed for our tryst. I wore sheer black panties and a black bra. I put on a ridiculously tiny miniskirt, red, and a white blouse.