”he gave me a smile “ Just what would you be willing to do” “ Well your always saying I dont put any effort into anything...I could try”“ ...h, really now?..youd do that?”this got his attention and he stood, and stepped behind the desk“ Yes, I just dont want to finish the same way”“ well then...I might consider... thinking ...about helping you....depending on how well you do..hell,( he opened a drawer of his desk) I have some new strawberry lube , you can pretend your eating pussy”he looked at me. She rested her head on my shoulder and her left leg slid under my legs. I wasn't to concerned before because I new Mark really couldn't reach anything. In this new position with her legs spread partially open he could touch her sex if he was daring enough. I started to get a warm feeling and instead of yelling at Mark to stop, I began to wonder where his fingers were and what they were doing. We passed under a street lamp and just for a brief moment I could see his hand move under her skirt at. But the amount they've used makes her woozy, almost to the point of giddiness. Stacy starts to panic, but it's no use...her legs get wobbly, her vision blurs. Before she knows it, the cloth is removed from her face and she's being led around by her slender waist in a circle of the guys as they pass her one to the next for some free kisses and feel-ups. Hands grab Stacy's B-cup breasts, fondling and squeezing them. She moans "ow" so weakly as hands(she has no idea whose they are) pull her skirt. . darn it, Baby, the moon is what, two hundred and thirty thousand miles away, or something like that? You said our trip would be like a drive around the block." And it is," he replied with a snigger. "She doesn't get to drive much around the Retreat, and besides, to the Ship, this is just a stroll around the block. She's only using her ancillaries now. She could have translated from our outdoor firing range to the moon. Of course that would have made quite a bang in our back yard. Or she could.