Her Story Whole time those men were brushing against my breast on pretext of passing things , I didn't object this made them even bolder especially th... older man he was bolder than the younger man. he was sitting on left side. When it became dark. The older man's boldness grew and at times by folding his hands he would prod my breast with his arm and keep it their pretending that there was no space that's why it was happening , I didn't discouraged him or said any word this made him even bolder. Mendoza."What's all this?" Scott asked."You are coming to dinner with us, and then we're going to the football game," Mrs. Mendoza informed him."But—" But nothing." I need to unload the truck."Mrs. Mendoza took over from there. She demanded his keys and had Lilly and Janie carrying boxes up the stairs before he could even think of protesting. The men helped him unload the bed of the truck and move the workout gear into the garage."How do you like the apartment?" Mr. Mason asked. "This project. They could rub their fingers over her hairy mound, sneaking a finger inside the leg of her panties and tickle her swollen cunt lips, and they could palm, squeeze and suck her titties, but that was all. She wouldn't let them take her panties off. That would expose her nakedness to much and some of the boys got a little aggressive. She was afraid they would just push her down in the car, mount her and shove their cocks up her pussy. She needed to keep her panties on. It was a lot safer, that way.. It was a Facetime from my sister Katrina.I accepted her call and told her, “Good Morning, beautiful.”“Good Morning to you,” Katrina answered back. “I see that your fine ass is just now getting out of the bed. Some of us have to work for a living. You will be in this position soon.”I yelled back to her,”Hell fucking no. I am going to make the most of the next two months before college starts. My days are going to be fun and my nights are going to hot. A’int that right, my BITCH?”“Depends on who.