There is a LGBT bar two towns over and that's where I had hung out on the weekends. After awhile, it was just too far away and most of the girls weren...t interesting or they weren't interested in me. In addition to that, most of my friends had moved or even had gotten married. And that's what led me to this unexpected chain of events. Okay, so there I was with a job, a car, and an apartment of my own. Life was good, but it could be better if I had a significant other, a woman I could marry. . No-one would have suspected what she had been through only hours before.I allowed myself the luxury of feasting my eyes on her. God, she looked good! I could feel my cock twitching at the very sight of her: those firm breasts straining against the fabric of her shirt, the way her tight skirt clung to her pert ass, the sheer stockings covering those wonderful legs, the come-to-be eyes, those lips perfect for cocksucking.“Nice, Claire,” I said appreciatively, “You clean up well, my little pet.”. She had a good run, and had just finished her last lesson at her school late in the afternoon. After a month long vacation she would resume teaching English in Japan, but this time in Tokyo. Stopping abruptly in front of an Israeli vendor, she squatted down to get a better look at some gorgeous fake designer handbags. ?They looked like the real thing. White leather, little Ls and Vs in bold primary colors. No matter how many private lessons she taught, and smelly g-strings she sold, she. Then they decided to gofor broke and slid her tights and panties down over herbuttocks and to the ground, pulling her feet out of them.She tried to kick at them but they were young and easilyfended her blows.It became a free for all after that. Groping hands wereeverywhere, eight hands were on one body, her breasts,and her vagina, even in her rear end.The man who had been swiftest to get his hand to hervagina pulled his fingers out and let each of the othermen have a smell, one even had a.