I slid my hand down Kristen’s leg and began moving upward. As I reached her skirt, I began to inch it even higher and lightly brushed her pussy with...the tips of my fingers. She moaned softly and began pushing her hips forward. I took this as a hint to continue playing with her pussy. As I lightly stroked her, she opened her legs more and more. I continued pushing her skirt up as I played. The other couples nearby could now see Kristen’s pink pussy. As we watched the other couple we saw that. ----------four weeks later ?Oh! Oh! Oh! Yes! Yes! YES!? What the hell?, thought Ann McIntyre as she woke. She rolled over and glanced at the bedside clock. 12:44. ?Oh! God! Yes!? The words were coming through the wall. That is Connie, Ann realized. I’ve never heard her before. I thought this building had better sound-proofing. Words became shrieks, then a long keening squeal. That’s the noise I make when Jim takes my ass. Matt fucking Connie in. “Yes” he answered. “You look fantastic, but more than that, you are phenomenal. You don’t have any idea how beautiful you are, do you?”“Stop…” I answered shyly and turned my head a bit to the side so I was staring down at his right forearm.“Look…” he turned me to the limousine to look at my reflection in the black of the windows. “Your eyes are the color of honey. They are not brown, or yellow or orange, but they are like liquid copper. I’ve never seen eyes like that anywhere, not to. Babbs saw her clothes laid out on the bed. The bathing suite was a gold sling that left little to the imagination. Barely enough fabric to cover anything. The shoes were 6" heels that looked like they had been borrowed from the local stripper. Matching necklace and bracelets completed the outfit. "Your absolutely beautiful. Let me check you one last time" offered Esther. "You remind me of myself at my first outing. Being overcome by feelings I never knew I had." Reaching into her bag, she.