From then I was putty in the hands of this manipulative youth.” Terry spat the words, “Kevin!!! The little shit!” She nodded, then went on, �...Graham went off to collage the next week, living in, and though Kevin had said nothing, I knew it was only a matter of time and opportunity and that came when you went on that communications course and Kevin and I were left here together!” He rose fetched a bottle and two glasses from the cupboard, more by instinct than sight. He passing her a stiff. Once my eyes adjusted to the dim light, I looked for an open table. I found one just a few feet away from a small satellite stage where one of the strippers was busy doing her thing. I sat down at the table and when the waitress came by I ordered a drink. She was petite, about five foot three inches I would guess, and had lovely small 32B breasts which jiggled lightly as she moved. She wore only her micro-thong panty and had a lovely figure. I noticed she was blonde like me, except she was a. Two muscular leather-jacketed motorcyclists had driven up beside the startled young girls and were leering at them with lewd insolence. Jill shivered, clamping her own ass-cheeks together as a delicious electrical jolt of fearful anticipation coursed through her body. She glanced at the overleaf, then gave a little involuntary gasp as she saw that the burly motorcyclists had forced the horrified girls to the ground beside the road and were ripping off their clothes. The blonde girl's full white. I quickly laughed it off, and went to the bathroom, surprised that I didn't already pee my pants. While in there, I decided to pay them back by walking out naked. I stopped short of that, returning to their living room wearing my skimpy red undewrear. I returned and nonchalantly removed my bra and tossed it over to my husband. This didn't seem to shock anyone, as Laurie started stripping too, and matched me, getting naked for our men. Laurie had a sly look as she paraded in front of my husband.