"Oh dear," Gary whispered, pausing for a moment as strange thoughts and emotions ran through his mind. Then, while Gary was distracted, Brian bent dow... and gave him a passionate kiss, a kiss which he couldn't resist returning. Not that he even considered trying once he felt how great it was. As soon as Gary pulled away, he let out a dreamy sigh, realizing that he couldn't keep pretending to be Amelia. Not when everything else suggested that he might actually be here. No, he realized, from that. Kneeling down I started unhooking the straps holding her stockings up. Guiding her back to a bar stool she sat down as I took her shoes off and slid down her stockings. She said you shouldn't be doing this but didn't attempt to stop me. I stood up and reached over and unsnapped the catch in the front of her bra. She took a deep breath. I pushed it off of her and kissed her tits. She opened her eyes and said I want you so bad. I told her to stand up. As she stood I slipped her panties down.. ." "Freya. Call me Freya," she urged. Nimbly unbuttoning my gulp, long elegant fingers encircled my manhood and fished it out into the open. She began to wank me and my helmet was shiny with pre-cum. My own hand slipped beneath her soft wet panties and Freya’s swollen pussy welcomed two of my fingers. She moaned loudly as my knuckles pushed deep inside. "Can we at least get inside one of the cubicles?" I pleaded hopefully, aware of the precarious predicament I found myself in. She must of. I lay in acanopy bed with pink lace. The room was decorated with posters ofBritney Spears, Jessica Simpson, and some type of hunky guys. I went to sit up, but I felt something heavy on my chest. Ilooked down and saw two mounds! What had happened?! Then Babs walkedin. "Oh, good your up, sweetie," Babs said. "What did you do to me?" I cried out. "Well, Richard and I have had a discussion and we feel that thisis the next step for you." "What do you mean?" I asked not believing what I was hearing.