A sheer, almost see through blouse clung to her tits, and a black skirt that barely covered her ass clung to her ass like a glove. She knew the guys a... work would do anything to fuck her, but she didn’t let any of them had their wish. She’d more than once caught her coworkers with bulges in their pants and staring down her shirt or at her magnificent ass. As she walked, she felt something behind her. She turned and almost ran into the blade of a knife. Her scream was cut short by a hand over. She reached down and tugged at the towel around my waist, it came apart with ease and she got a good look at my swollen member.It didn't take a detective to deduce that this had been her plan, feigning the hang over from hell to buy some alone time with me. I would have probably gone up and stayed in my room once the others had gone if it wasn't for Angel telling me that Emma had been into me.She wasted no time with foreplay, her fingers slipped into her vagina and came back out soaked. She ran. "I... I don't know..." she faltered."Tell me this before you answer definitely," Eric said quietly, "did you like what we had together last night? Did you like the feel of me inside you?"As quickly as it had come, the blush went away, and Vicki found herself staring boldly at Eric Kaye. Yes, she was emancipated undeniably free from the bonds of Puritanism. She was a member of the same minority as Eric and Christy--that was a simple and irrefutable fact of life."Yes, Eric," she said, "yes I. Her tartan skirt was off. The crotch-less black panties and the slabs of fleshy girly loose skin between them and fire-crotch pubes…political careers and mistresses…who gave a fuck…it was fuckin' beautiful sight in the vestry right now. Chastity’s functional girly tube of personal desire was self lubed. Christ she was sizzling, she was searing for this…three pricks…and she was determined they were all going in…together.Her pert breasts… souffle soft were fully exposed…some random hand had.