Not me. All I asked you is if you needed a ride home. I never once suggested anything else. You yelled at me and called me a pervert, you slapped me. ...o fuck you!’ This makes her very angry and she shoves me. I don’t move, I just stare at her. She looks at me deep in my eyes and then it happens. She reaches out with both hands and rips my shirt open. Buttons fly into the darkness and the sound of ripping fabric fills the alley. I think she is attacking me and I reach out with both hands to. It was still his voice. "What doI do?"She smiled. "Not as easy as throwing on a tuxedo, is it?"She walked over to him. "First, get in the shower. Washyour hair and shave your legs and underarms." She pushedhim along. "Hurry Hurry!" She turned on the water.Evan got into the shower and picked up the shaving cream."Okay." He said. "Directions. Place a small amount of creamin your hands and rub on body to work into a fine lather.Use our company's razor for best results. Piece of cake."He said. He. But now that I've had a taste of fucking Fred without protection I want it again, and I don't want it to stop." I know what you mean," Velma said. "I enjoy fucking Shaggy so much that all I can think of is how good his cock feels sliding in and out of me. And that brings me to one change that we're going to have right now." What's that?" Daphne asked."We are going to change room mates – and bed mates – right now."Fred Jones blinked against the sudden light when Velma switched on the room's. Just as I’m starting to feel uncomfortable, my cock now hard and wondering if she thinks I’m deliberately tying to touch her, she seems to lean back against my hand, shift ever so slightly to her left and even through her skirt, I can clearly feel that my hand is now pressed hard between her cheeks. I try to move away but again she shifts and I’m now in no doubt at all that she has done this deliberately. Now everytime the train rocks which is pretty much constantly, my hand either slide up and.