So I practiced walking around, making sure to take short steps and tryingto manage my heels. I practiced sitting, making sure to smooth my skirtunder ...e, to keep my knees together, legs to the side, my hands togetherin my lap. I tried crossing my legs when I sat, which I found to be alittle harder, but it felt so feminine to be sitting there, my nylon cladlegs crossed at the knee under my pretty skirt, my silky slip under myskirt, my pretty three inch heels dangling there.I've always watched. . a bargain."Both Jack and Jill gasped. They clutched one another and ran quickly out of the tiny room. The booth door slammed loudly as they exited and a woman's laughter followed them down the dark hallway. They burst into the street and headed for their hotel room.Later that night Jill was a wild woman in bed. The image of that large cock protruding through the hole was burned into her mind. She replayed the vision of spewing jism over and over in her imagination. In her entire life, Jill. “She might as well be watching us right now. Imagine her sitting in the corner, her eyes on you, watching you getting fucked. You’re so shameless, getting turned on my your mom watching you have sex.”“Zach, cut it out!”“You’re getting wetter, I can feel it.” I lied back, pulling her on top of me, her body heaving as she bounced on my cock like a mechanical bull. “Can you feel her watching you? She’s probably as horny as you are. She would be sitting in the corner, touching herself to the sound. It seldom runs. He's always doing something to it. Right now the head's off, being milled or some such thing. He wouldn't let me drive it." It's not a TC is it, a real old one?" No, TD I think, fifty-something, but it's right hand drive. How'd you like sleeping by yourself?" Daybed's a little hard, but I could hear you and your sisters jabbering away. So I guess you've gotten all the news." Just getting caught up. I think Daddy told you, Teresa's really thinking about becoming a nun, one of the.