I can smell your sweet pussy. I need to feel that rack again." Shannon grabbed at her pants, fumbling with them, but they were stuck around her legs, ... grabbed Shannon’s ankle. I pulled hard, and she lost her balance in her squatting position, falling on her shoulder beside the toilet. I pulled the fallen girl from out of the bathroom, feasting my eyes over the prize I had caught myself. Shannon’s jeans were around her calves, tightly stuck there, and her beautiful ass was on display. Shannon. Or any of them, for that matter ... could be jealous of her. She hardly had any boobs, and she had freckles, and she was just a girl. She thought back to what had happened only hours before, and decided she wasn't just a girl any longer. She still felt the same, but she decided she was different. It had happened so quickly, and had been so violently wonderful, that her memories of it were like jigsaw puzzle pieces that she couldn't quite fit together to make a plain picture.All she could. It's time for bed," she said.Friday morning was a repeat of Thursday. I woke up firmly wedged in Bev's butt cheeks with a tit in my hand. I felt my sister's tits in my back and her muff against my butt. She'd worked her hand down between Bev and me and was cupping the front part of my balls and her thumb was around the base of my cock.I got up, they groaned, they fell upon each other. After standing in front of the toilet for five minutes, I gave up and went into the shower. A couple of minutes. Until finally her foot is resting on you, caressing you. All of this is in public, in plain view of anyone who walks past and looks twice. She is a total stranger who has never spoken to you. And yet here she is intimately caressing you without never having spoken to you before. She'll no doubt be getting turned on by this, by the feel of your heat beneath her stockinged feet and by knowing she's being watched by her Mistress, but she's sitting on a bench with no knickers on to catch her.