.. so hard! His hands work back down my body and work under the base of my top. He runs his hands over my bare stomach. I press my ass into his cock;...he thrusts right back. He starts to move his hands down my skirt and lifts the hem. He runs his right hand up my inside thigh, slowly, starting at the knee. Not lightly this time, but with noticeable firmness. His hand crawls up me, painfully slow and deliberate. I'm aware that as his hand moves upwards; he is taking my skirt with it, exposing. Brad glanced at her. He wasn't smiling."Do I need to?" he asked bluntly. Ashley's face fell. She folded her hands on the tabletop and studied her painted fingernails for a moment."I'm sorry," Brad said at last. "I really am... but those men were beginning to figure they might have a chance with you when you smiled at them. I didn't like what they were thinking... I didn't like them undressing you in their minds. It kind of got to me when you smiled right at them... sorry." Brad, honey," Ashley. The hostess got up to answer it and I noticed a big smile on her face. She made her way to the door and opened it. I was sitting on one of the couches and couldn't see who it was, but wondered as well. She returned a few seconds later with a couple of guys following her. I noticed that three of them were dressed like cops while the other three were dressed like firefighters and I immediately realized that they were most likely strippers. I wasn't surprised because like I said I had heard some. Best of all, they were either disposable, orcleaned up easily. She tried rubbers (both the kind designed forthe penis, and the foot), dolls, raincoats, boots, rubber gloves(disappointing), and even bicycle inner tubes. All of them workedto some degree, but what Susan found worked best were her bathingcaps and sneakers.Susan never thought much of bathing caps. They looked ugly,smelled funny, and since the invention of the hair drier, wereobsolete. She rarely saw any women using them at the beach.