The neighbours, who had been drawn to the scene by the shouting, all leered at them, and one or two of the men made a move towards them."We need help....Make Alan give us our clothes, at least," Martha ordered the nearest man sternly, who looked unhappy at this aggressive approach.Nonetheless he chimed the door and asked Alan to give the women some clothes. Then he decided that he really didn't want to get involved and disappeared back into his apartment, as most of the other bystanders already. Kind of wish we did hook up. I'd probably still be sore ;-) But anyways, I turn on the lights before I fully walk into the room. I see Zach laying on his bed wearing only gym shorts. He tells me to turn off the light, so I do. I walk over to him and ask him one more time if he truly wanted to do this. He says yes, that he'll try anything once, twice just to make sure... With that, I start fondling him. I rub his chest, his nipples, and then I start rubbing his dick through the mesh of his gym. She waited for him wearing nothing but a pair of tan pantyhose and a pair of black spiked heels. She made sure he saw the vibrator pressed to the outside of her nylons, tracing a line down the crotch, which was noticeably wet. She glanced playfully at him, and noticed the bulge growing under his towel. She reached up and rand her hand over the steadily growing cock that was hidden under the towel. "I want to be dirty. I want you to be dirty to me. I want to feel your cock between my tits.". Money played no role and my closet was now filledwith sophisticated cocktail dresses, glistening evening gowns, impossiblynarrow pencil skirts and the most glamorous silk blouses. I owned severalpairs of beautiful high heeled shoes and my drawers were filled with themost luxurious lingerie, foundations and stockings. I basically was madeto live like a stylized grown-up version of one of these junior pageantprincesses. Of course it wasn't as ridiculous, as mother had excellenttaste in matters of.