"Come on Joe, check this chick out. She looks like a fucking porn star."Joe Hart hammered a nail into the shingle and looked up. His eyes going wide. ...he woman marching up to the site did indeed look like a porn star. She had on a tight white blouse, stretched out by her large bosom and showing impressive cleavage. She had on a short black skirt that showed off legs accentuated by high heels. Her blonde hair was tied back on her head and she wore dark rimmed glasses over her face. She was the. I was half naked now & I got what she was doing. Now I made a mind to fuck her at all.As we entered the bedroom,she turned to lock the door. I held her again from the back. I started to kiss her neck. My hands were on her boobs. She again stucked there. I was squeezing her boobs wildly. She was moaning now. I removed the shoulder strap of her top & slided down. Passing the two mountains that top stucked on her waist. There was no bra & the boobs were being squeezed without any obstruction. My. "Let me watch you take your stockings off," I said. "Laying on the bed with your legs as wide as you can get them."She grinned at me."Naughty boy! ... Have you been wanking thinking of me?"I couldn't hide my guilty grin. Alison had taken her stocking off for me in my fantasies the night before while my hand frantically stroked and tugged my hard up shaft. Now she did it for real on that same bed where I'd grunted her name and my hard working hand had sent my semen splashing up my chest. She lay. ”“Exactly.”“So,” Art said, “if you’re willing to listen to us at least, this should be educational. You’re going to cross the Gauntlet first, breach it, and we’ll follow in your wake.”“I’m going first?”“Yeap,” the two men said.“And I should just be able to ... do this, like flexing a muscle?”Art nodded. “Kind of, yeah. A better way to think of it, is that you’re in bed right now, and to climb out of bed, you need to be at a locus like here. Think of the physical world as if your bed’s blankets.