Lilian knew he was mad at her, disappointed even, and she hated feeling like that. Disappointing people had always made her upset, but now that she wa... an adult she couldn't deprive herself of this need anymoreFinally moving away from the windows to the dismay of the boys on her street, she anxiously decided what she was going to wear for her first day.She decided to wear something simple and comforting, going for a black tank top with matching plain black bra and a plaid skirt like the girls. We stand in the back of the car, our arms around each other.Your hand starts to rub my ass through my dress, a preludefor what is to come.When the other couple gets off the elevator on the sixthfloor, we turn up the heat. Moving in front of me, you pressyour body up against mine and push me against the back wall.Our mouths meet for a deep, passionate kiss, our tonguesjousting with the hormonal energy we are generating. Thenext eleven floors pass all too quickly, and before we knowit the doors. "Well, not likely, I'm afraid. Not used to an audience," I said.My dear husband, then, piped up with, "Hey, might be fun to have an audience. Maybe they would learn something for a change."As we were talking, Roy was getting out a bottle of vodka and some tonic he had brought. He then went to the ice machine and soon, we were all having our second gin and tonic."Well, do we see you two get it on tonight?" Oh, sure, I'll just get naked in a minute and Roy and I'll fuck on the floor for you two,". Mr. Robertson was his name, and was a widower with grown k**s.He told me to put my bike in the trunk and get in the car. Doing as I was told, I put the bike in the trunk and climbed in the car. He said he'd bring me to his house to get washed up and clean my clothes before I went home. When we pulled in the driveway Mr. Robertson said to go in the backyard so he could hose me down before going inside the house. He spraid me down, then said to take everything off, and go upstairs to the.