"Just look at the sissy's legs! There's not a hair on them and thoseshiny Pantyhose are so sexy!" Get your hands off of me you Bitch!" Cindy gave my h...ir a very sharppull while placing her hand on my pantied ass. "Settle down Leann, wehave a whole hour to kill before the real girls show up for lunch!" Myskirt was unzipped and placed out of my reach. One of the other womenkept a lookout while Cindy took control of the situation."We have been waiting a long time for another chance to play with. But then, one day, he noticed something even better than her contracting sweet, pink sphincter.He was taking her on her back, kneeling and pumping between her thighs, "tapping brain" as she called the pounding her cervix took in this position. When he took his eyes off her swollen clit, which she was generously showing off by spreading her pussy lips apart with both hands, he noticed her smile. Her eyes were shut... and her lips parted slightly in the most obscene, self-absorbed, orgasmic. " Ben scratched the side of his head, trying to remember what hesaw in his reflection. "She was blue and made of ice or crystal, kindalike Diamondhead, but smoother, and-" Wait," Gwen cut him off and a smile slowly spread on her face. "Did youjust say 'she'?"Ben froze and his cheeks slowly went a redder colour before he gave hiscousin an angry glare. "I... so what if I did?"But Gwen didn't acknowledge his look, instead grinning ear to ear."Ben..." She sat up, fighting the urge to giggle. "...do. They wentinto great detail researching the original paint scheme of theblock. She knew that Victorians houses were overly decorativebut they out did themselves when it came to color. They looklike a candy store with all the bright colors. Her parents were c***dren of the hippie generation thatwent from free love to money grubbing capitalist...he, he.Both of them worked long hours to build that big retirementnest egg, and Melissa's college fund. They were among thegeneration that believed in.