She sat next to me on the couch and we put a new vid on. I could see the other guy was looking at her from the corner of his eyes. She smiled at me as...she took a healthy shot of "Southern". As the vid got into it, she put her Stockinged leg over mine. I Paid attention to her ear..licking, biting and putting it in til she shivered and let out a gasp. I slid my hand on her stocking tops as she raised the leg and put her foot on my knee. With all "pretending" to watch the vid, I slid my hand under. Then he started to move my panties off of me. I was scared now, cause nobody had ever touched me like this. But I still just lay there and took it. He sat up on his knees and he pulled my panties off and tossed them on the floor. Then he opened my legs with his hands and he started kissing my knees, then he started kissing my thighs. He started licking his warm tongue up and down my inner thighs, and that tickled too. I was getting kinda scared now, so I just closed my eyes and covered my face. The couple that stayed behind were older than I was and had been married for a few years. I did not know them well, only from chatting. I knew her ‘beach name’ was Amy. I’m not sure but it may have been Amyee because she always talked very quiet and sexy and stretched her words out. Like: “ (breathless) Hiiiiiii, I’m Amyeeeeeeeee”.Her companion was Gary, middle aged, grey black hair, stocky and hairy with the average well tanned swinging Johnson. His dick was not very appealing to me because. Well, queer was an out of date word. Gay? He snorted. What did the dresser have to be happy about? AIDS?But the boy stood there staring and the manager wondered if he should go over and say something. That particular mannequin had been dressed today in a silken ecru blouse, with a short, short skirt of woolen tweed in navy, with green and red plaiding stripes. She wore bone colored pumps and clutched a vinyl ecru purse to her plaster bosom. Her wig today was that hideous shade of red that no.