He didn’t even stand. Instead, he calmly stared at her. She wanted to run from those damn eyes. With utter calm, his voice low, he said, “Take off...your clothes, pet. Everything. Now.” She stamped her foot. The corner of his mouth turned up, just a tick, but he didn’t quite smile. He stared, waiting, looking like he’d wait all day and not budge an inch. She wanted to run. Turning around, she looked for a place to hide. “That’s extras.” Still his voice was quiet; his confidence sent a shiver. Both could probably kick my ass, no, either COULD kick my ass! Satchiko was quicker to show her tits, (neither ever wore a bra, despite 38DD’s), but Claire was more positive. She would show hers, anywhere, anytime. It didn’t have to be an embarrassed Sailor, first time away from home. Different ages, different places, and different time controlled both of them. I really believe that Claire started the strong movement for beads at Mardi Gras, but that may have superceded her visit by a few. How come it was OK for her to reach inside my pants and play with me but not for me to look at her titties?One thing I noticed was that it had taken longer today to make me shoot than it had with Nancy Jo's hand on top of my pants yesterday. And having Becky Sue's hands actually holding it was a lot better than when my pants were in the way. Shooting off is great, but feeling her playing with it was good, too. Watching her do it wasn't bad, either. I guess I was real surprised with Nancy Jo and. ”I rose, then took Melissa’s hand to pull her up. We kissed again. Arms around each other, we headed out of the bar to the elevators.When the elevator doors closed, I pulled Melissa into my embrace and gave her a fierce, deep kiss which she eagerly returned. I groped under her dress and found that, as promised, the crotch of her satin thong was wet. I massaged her pussy through the soft fabric, making it even wetter. In return, Melissa massaged my cock firmly through my pants.The door to.