However, Bridget remained calm as Duane continued to hold her skirt up and gawk at her panties. "Why don't you pull your panties down for us so we can...see if you are a true blonde and then we will leave you alone' Jeff asked of Bridget, admiring her as he walked beside her. "Why don't YOU show me your underwear" Bridget returned, finally breaking free of Duane's touches an returning to her seat beside the chair. Bridget sat, her legs firmly crossed as she felt her heart pound, not in fear but. Driving through the well groomed neighborhoods and tree-lined streets you would think that it was a perfect community. Bellvue was very deceiving. If you made a wrong turn, you were suddenly in run-down neighborhoods with grafitti on everything. I was a home from college visiting my parents and I stopped at the local bar for a drink before heading on to my parents house. I ran into an old friend of mine just before I was about to leave. His name was Kyle and he was the sexiest thing I had ever. It did not take us long to make some friends, my friends were mostly into fishing and hunting, her friends were into partying. The group of party friends she introduced me to were a lot of fun, drinking late into the night playing cards and just generally having a good time. One Saturday night we went to Joy and Bob’s for a BBQ and to hang out. I did not know that this was part one of her plan. Anyway, as I found out after a few beers and shots, they were nudists, as the cloths started to come. " It was the next best thing to cumming...hearing Dalebegrudgingly admit that I did a good job...that I was good atsomething...anything. It was almost worth the pain radiating from my cockup into my guts like a hot lump of coal. I thought that maybe if I did agood job licking his shaft as it sawed in and out of Isabella's sissypussy, just maybe he'd praise me again, maybe even Isabella would beimpressed. It's funny how low you set your sights when you've been facedown in the gutter long enough..