And on a folding chair Jack sat, drinking his coffee. Jack - her co-star. When he saw Becky, he nodded politely. He was a well-built guy in his mid-tw...nties, dressed in jeans and a t-shirt. She couldn't help looking at his body and she felt him do the same. Not surprising, considering her sexy outfit. They undressed each other with their eyes, until Becky looked away, embarrassed. She looked around the set. It looked like an ordinary living room - chairs, bookshelves, a sofa and a soft carpet.. What was wrong with me!It wasn't long until I felt my costume being pulled down my body. Thebeast tossed it on the floor. The maniac's right hand pushed its wayunder the waistband of my panties and pantyhose. He expertly pulledthem both down at once. I knew where this was leading. I had to stepout of my heels or face tripping on the material at my feet. His lefthand moved up from my tummy to my left breast. Then he turned me toface him. The maniac looked down at me a began to kiss me. But, I had promised her I would come over for a visit. Alright, I was horny but loved Stacey too much to simply ditch her for a stranger. I continued on, walked up the three stairs of her porch, reached for the doorbell when the front door swung inward revealing Stacey in a skirt that I can only describe as a wide belt. Her T-shirt did not even cover her chest. I could see the bottom of her tits (from my view) and there was no bra at all! ‘Hey sexy! Come on in for sit a spin!’ Stacey was. Isha loved standing behind her neighbor to cup both her tits; she did itrepeatedly in different states of undress of her prey. Angela who had never been touched by a woman felt deeply humiliated havingher tits massaged by her pretty Russian neighbor, in her own living and againsther will. But after the tit massage she had to strip further till she was allowed tokneel beside her neighbor, stark naked and with the hands on her back. Thereshe got her instructions. Isha caressed her inner folds,.