Mary had made Fuzzy Navels and both girls sipped as they talked. What Mary hadn’t realized, was that her robe had opened a bit and her small tit was...in plain view to Dot and she found it hard to take her eyes off of it as they chatted.“So, Mary, how’s your love life with your new fella?” Dot asked matter of factly.“Dot, it’s going really good, when we are together. He’s been sick a lot, but when he’s here ... let’s just say we’re both satisfied,” and she smiled.“Well, Mary, you know you can. Barbara was a serious, artistic liberal and feminist, a N.O.W. member, and was heading to Smith College in a few weeks. For her to giggle... or use words like "downer" or "golly"... was just, well, very unsettling. Very odd. And it made Alice feel rather off.When she found words, they were, "Barbara, are you... okay?" I... think so, Alice. I... can we meet up for lunch today?"Alice wanted to talk to her, and right away. But lunch would have to do."Yeah, sure, Alice. Meet me at the food court at. In my fantasy it became obscenely LARGE. Phil had now been replaced by a Black Guy, the type that would throw you around the bedroom. Thoughts, filthy thoughts, competed with one another as my orgasm drew close. That lump that Phil's Boss couldn't seemingly control sprang into my mind, when suddenly!The door, the bloody doorbell chimed repeatedly...DAMN DAMN DAMN! Jumping up I glanced from the bedroom window and recognized instantly Phil's Father's car parked on the drive. The doorbell chime. I could feel his cock prodding my stomach, his hands groping my chest as he pulls my shirt down, exposing my lavendar bra. Expertly, he unclasps it and latches his mouth to my breast. I moan as his warm tongue flicks over a nipple, making it harden as he brings heat deep in my body. Swiftly, he slips my off my torso, his hands sliding my skirt off right after. I blush with embarrasment as his eyes scan my exposed body. Slowly, he runs his hand down my waist to my thighs, and gently he prods.