'Let's go.' he said.They left for the elevator, room keys in hand, as Jones explained his theory to Duke.'I reckon that old bastard is a skinflint, an... he hasn't actually paid for his space in the dealer's room. That's why the booth isn't always there. It only appears when a possible customer goes by. I was thinking about a costume, and hey presto, a costume booth appears.''Same here.' Duke smiled. 'Hey, I think you're right!''So we go down to the huckster's room, and think 'I could really use. Pantyhosetoo, I see. Which is okay. I never could understand why guys would wantto wear those itchy boxers when they could wear silky, pretty pantieslike mine." At that, Mary dropped her skirt. Steven's jaw followed it tothe floor.Melody added "I usually like to wear lacy thongs, but we have to usethese stupid Lycra bottoms with our cheerleading uniforms." And frombehind him Jancey agreed, "I hate these fucking bottoms. They rub me rawand leave me itching for a little relief." Steven turned to. "Oh my god!!!" she gasped. She was completely open and Campbell and I both started fucking her in rhythm. "Oh... Oh... Ooooh" she moaned. Her head went back involuntarily and Harrison didn't waste any time in getting his cock back into her mouth. Now that he'd had a taste of that amazing throat he wanted more. As he forced his cock back into the depths of her throat Rebecca's body seemed to totally relax on top of me. It was as if she had completely abandoned herself to being fucked deeply in. He squared his shoulders and turned to her, speaking slowly. ‘Look… Crissy. I gather how you feel, but I’m not sure… I mean, I don’t think you would…’ {Oh, no!} ‘Don’t worry, Zack, it’s okay!’ she said as reassuringly as she could. ‘No, wait, I can’t… I mean, look, you’re, like, seriously hot.’ Even as scared as she suddenly was, Crissy still felt a thrill to hear Zack say that. ‘But you’re not really… I mean, you just think you’re…’ ‘I don’t think, I know. I’m a real person. Besides, what.