She was batting at me more than pushing, but I retreated just the same."Every fucking weekend..." Another nudge and she kicked the door shut behind he...."... Sometimes two at a time." You got it. Another nudge."Last night was the last straw." Another nudge. I sat down on the bed."Oh. I'm really sorry about that. You said you were going to be gone this weekend. Abby, too. Otherwise... ," I tapered off."Well I was here, God damn it!" She was standing over me, glaring. "At first we thought you were. After what seemed an age, my bare feet were back on the floorboards. Was it the downstairs electric meter that had run out or was it the faulty wiring? I really had no idea. As I turned to leave the room, I noticed something rather strange. There was a tiny reddish glow in the window of the house opposite. It may have been a pipe, or perhaps a cigarette. Had someone been watching me?. As I walked down the stairs to check the electric meter I was seething, but I never actually reached. Soon, the hands began to grip the female waists to pull them closer to feel their curves.There was a wave of orgasmic vibes that hit my pussy the moment one of the men started grinding with me. He was quite experienced as he knew the right-hand gestures and the body touch that makes a woman wild. One wrong move and the whole mood could be ruined.The men began to shuffle so that all the curvy chicks enjoyed the best part in equal. Sometime later, I sensed a new guy behind my curvy body. He. No one else suspects. Janey is a friend, and I've met her mom a few times.His aunt looked startled, then turned and smiled at the girl. "Hello, Miranda. I didn't know you worked here." This is my second summer. The money is good, the work is mostly fun, and the owner likes the added security I provide." I imagine so. How are your folks?" Fine. Working their butts off, as usual." She paused a moment, and Janey gave a little squeak."Don't DO that!" she complained."Nobody was paying attention. I.