I struggled to get a glimpse of my attacker, through my watering eyes. I believe, that I briefly saw him, leaning back, muscles straining, laughing wi...dly, as he tore at my hair. The pain grew more intense as the attack continued. I had to do something!!!! So, I spoke. I said something like, ‘HEY! WHAT’S WITH THE F*#^IN MONKEY????????’ I heard her say, laughing slightly, something like, ‘He’s looking for salt’ While I found this insight interesting, it did nothing to alleviate my pain. I told. Tom had moved behindme, bringing his hands up to massage my heavy breastsand kissing my neck. With my husband listening to everysound I was once again in a position where to cause afuss would court disaster. “I expect he wants a bit of home comfort,” my husbandsaid as the teenager let his hands wander over my body.I fought not to cry out in outrage and surprise. “Itmust be hard on him in the big city.”Tom, his tongue in my other ear, heard this and tookthe phone from my. I looked at them and then at her. She smiled at me and I knew the rest of the evening was going to be very good. I told her that I was also wearing my sheer pantyhose and after another drink we left and went to my car. We drove to my favourite woods where I often met my friend Mark for some pantyhose fun. I had told her about the sort of things we did and it seemed to turn her on so I gave Mark a quick call and told him he should get down to the woods asap. We sat in my car and waited for Mark. With a nice table and cushioned chairs with some paintings on the walls.As I joined Alice at the counter, I saw that her dress went all the way down to her ankles. She noticed me looking. “Mike, may I show you? She was pulling up her skirt to show me her ass. “Alice what are you wanting?” “Carrie told me how great you are Mike. And I prepared for you to be here this morning. We should be alone for the next 30 mins.” I could see Alice had a bare ass, no panties. And she had pulled down her top.