Carrie groaned charitably into my mouth as her body shifted and writhed against mine. I was starting to feel hot, claustrophobic in my clothes.Carrie ...rched her back up and my hands latched onto her breasts, clumsily pawing. I felt like a teenage boy. Like an awkward virgin again.I felt her hot breath on my face, and then she straddled my waist, sitting upright. The streetlight outside the window revealed her nude body in full for the first time. It was like a work of art. She reached down and. I even sensed that she sighed slightly when he would press his crotch into her as they danced. She bit her lower lip a couple times when he pressed hard into her in obvious excitement.As the dancing continued I watched, as he became bolder in his moves, soon he was actively moving his hands along her butt and down toward her crotch pulling her cheeks apart s he massaged her with skill.I don't doubt at all that his movements had her quite wet at this point already. He then led her back to the. Quickly, I unzipped the skirt and shimmied it down over my hips and legs, dropping it into his lap, too. I was standing in my semi-sheer bra, panties, and thigh-high stockings and heels. I came out from behind the desk and around the back of the guys, my fingers sliding across the shoulders of each. I stopped at one and turned my back to him and pulled my hair up. He turned around to watch me. “Would you undo my bra, please, Stan?” His fingers were shaking as he worked the hooks on the. Cutting off her cry. His hands here gruffer now, Pushing her spaghetti strap roughly down her shoulder, then her arm until finally her budding chest were exposed. He squeezed, and the pressure on her tender firm breasts made her cry out in panic against his hand. Her romper slid off all too smoothly and his hand pulled at her panties until the elastic bunched at her ankles. "No!" She thought in agony, humiliated at her exposure. He raised her body against the barn wall lifting her legs and.