With my help they were soon gone and Tony reached back up for thezipper. Pressing on hand against my "hard on" he used the other toslowly pull the zip...er down.I held on to the ops of the boxers as I said, "Pull them down baby, andremove your man's pants for him."Again with my help, the pants were soon in the pile of discardedclothes and I stood before him in an open shirt and boxers.Behind him I could see his feet in heels, the tops of his calvescovered in sheer stockings and from the front,. I kissed my way slowly up “J’s” thigh, rubbing and squeezing every place I kissed. And then I was there, nuzzling “J’s” crotch and breathing in that lovely, walnut-like smell.“J’s” finger’s danced over my scalp, gently guiding me to the spots that felt the best. I danced my tongue this way and that way. “J” squirmed and moaned with near release.“M” unbuttoned my shirt, fondled my nipples, then finally stripped it off. “M” unfastened my belt and tugged my pants semi-roughly down and off my. There were some palm trees and I decided to shelter a little as the rain became a little heavier. I walked into their shelter and as I did it became quite dark.“DON’T MAKE A SOUND!” it was an order not a request as a hand slipped over my mouth and I could see the gleam of a knife waving in front of my face.“Please don’t hurt me,” I whimpered through his hand “Just do as I say and we both may enjoy it.”I was shivering now not with cold but with fear. His hands were slowly touching my body. . He''s probably pushing fifty and not in the shape she is. They do not like me, even when I offered to help their kids with soccer coaching, "No, it's ok, they have a programme." A programme? They're no older than twelve and fourteen.And look at them, might as well have matching outfits when they do ever see each other. She won't even collect the paper from her front lawn without styling up. That long brown hair, tousled up, ok, she does look very good. In its own way it's fun to watch, these.