She was lost in thought. the music was filling her head. she had her eyes closed, and had a hard time figuring if she was standing, or being carried... she could feel moving past some people. and a strong hand on her back. and fingers. thick rough fingers. under her top, pulling it up. her eyes opened when she realized she was being striped. she wiggled away from the guy that was holding her, losing her top, and ran to the back of the bar.She found an open door and rushed inside, and. I'll come back this evening and do it then. I got my slacks on over the undies and the belt, finished dressing, and went to the house. I had on a dark colored shirt, so I was pretty confident that the bra couldn't be seen. When I got back to the house Aunt Betty and Cissy were both there. They were discussing the upcoming shoot. I listened as Cissy said that this was going to be the most fun she'd ever had."How do you think our little sissy maid slut will react when he learns that the only key. Christie just said, “Mmmmmm,” in appreciation, and snuggled a little closer. Nothing was said, but I continued stroking her nipples and massaging her breasts, while she reached over and stroked my cock through the boxers. We were enjoying the moment, as the rain continued to soak us, and the fabric of her t-shirt and my boxers leaving nothing to the imagination, clinging to our skin.We continued to enjoy the storm, stroking and caressing each other for what seemed like ages, also enjoying the. Although it was only about an hour away, I was frightened she would find a college guy that could offer her more.I saw her as much as I could but by the second semester my fears came true, she had met a wealthy, good looking "big guy on campus."I didn't hear from here for 6 years and figured I never would. I got a job in construction, purchased a pickup and a tiny house on Denver's south side.I had just driven home one afternoon when the phone was ringing as I walked through the door. It was.