She moved her legs up the sofa and I got a flash of stocking top. “Do you like my stockings?” Catherine asked. “you have been looking at them a ...ot this evening”. I was slightly embarrassed, but said I did like her stockings. “well, if you invite me to your room you can have a proper look” she said. Well, I did not need a second to think about it. We got in the lift, it was only two floors, but as soon as we were in the lift, I felt her hand on my arse, stroking it. We quicky pecked on the. About three hours into the evening the party was in full swing with plenty of drinks already and still being consumed. There was a considerable amount of snogging going on: boy with girl, boy with boy and girl with girl. I had been hoping a full-blown orgy might develop, but sadly, that was not to be.By the early hours of the morning most of the revellers had departed, leaving just the few of us who were staying the night at the flat. A smoochy record was playing (it might have been Barry. It had only become more prominent the longer she stood there half naked. Naya knew she had a certain power over the opposite gender, and ever since she had turned sixteen, she'd been what her mother called 'boy crazy.' She wasn't only boy crazy, however. She liked men as well, and right now she found herself very drawn to the man that had been her stepfather for the last ten years. "Robbie," she began, "can you scratch my back? I have an itch I can't reach." She turned her back to him and. I could make that, but not much more. It was one hundred and seventy eight miles across the Texas panhandle to the New Mexico line near Glenrio and I had to sleep before tackling that. Besides, full dark was coming on and I didn't like driving in the rain at night.Shamrock, a small town of some three thousand, give or take, and Nine-hundred and ninety-five miles from GO, finally hove into view and I pulled into the first motel I came to. It was a very nice motel, clean and bright, but the desk.