They seemed to have recognized me, so I faked a smile, despite I felt anything but jolly. As soon as we left Stan grabbed my wrist between his thumb a...d an index finger, which was nowhere close to the cold-saving adorable hand holding in his jacket's pocket. "Why won't you join your obscure friends from the lowest sort of the satellite tour you clearly seemed to be obsessed about?"I grimaced in pain. I was trained enough to realize a defensive statement about never planning to touch any of. A moment later and she is standing her only her panties. Smooth satin panties that matched her bra. They hug her well. Ron stares as do the others.Ron says, “Fuck Thomas, you get to see the every day. Damn nice.”Marcy smirk a bit then moves her hands to the sides of her panties. She slips them down slowly. Her pussy exposed. Shaved smooth except for a thin short strip above. Tim and Mark swallow as they stare. Amy looks on too. Her curiosity as to how Marcy takes care of her self down below. His firm yet gentile hands were placed on my delicate hips. He had a good grip. In and out he went, I felt like I was in Heaven. Then, I remembered that I was in Las Vegas. Out of nowhere, he turned me around and bent me over. I could feel his tounge all over my tight anus. Then, he started touching it. I guess he could tell that I had never really done it anal. He started rubbing his dick on my asshole, and then, gentlely and slowly entered me. At first, it hurt like hell. As he gradually. "That was all she said. Nothing more. No follow-up, no elaboration, no expansion of her own feelings--just that one sentence, after which she dropped her head again and closed her eyes.Alarm bells went off in my head. What was she trying to tell me? Had she developed a school girl crush on her next door neighbor? What impact could I expect from such feelings? None of the answers to those questions were forthcoming, and the possibility of them being true was more than unsettling to me.Joan spoke.