Looking up skirts, it started at home while sitting on the floor id look up my mothers skirt or my grandmothers or just any female visitor who happend...to be in the room.knickers,panties or bare bush i couldnt stop doing it (and still do).From there i progressed to walking in on my mother either in the bath or toilet just hoping for a peep. Its funny what you can get away with as a k** you sort of dont exist as a perv at that age.I later started looking for more daring glimpses of pussy in. A quick poll determined that everyone present definitely wanted to go.As a squad of Marines came marching down the footpath from the visitors' parking lot, the cry rose: "We need to celebrate!" By the time the Marines were actually able to identify themselves, disposable plastic wineglasses had been broken out, filled with the high-quality contribution from the Haywood cellar, and distributed to the assembled throng. Other glasses and bottles of champagne and orange juice were opened, to create. I was drawn to her, I could not resist. I went over to her and scooted in behind her. Gently positioning myself to spoon with her and watch the movie. I didn’t want to bother her, or interrupt her movie. I just wanted to be near her, hold her, be a part of her at this moment. She smelled so wonderful. I could smell a hint of her Japanese Cherry Blossom bath gel mixed with her natural scent. It was amazing, one of the greatest fragrances I have ever been near. My head was near hers and I nudged. “But first we have to break you in.”“I don’t swing like that,” Mercy quickly asserts. “I’m just not into men or their penises.”“Oh come now,” Hunk grins. “You’ve been fucked by cocks since you’ve been here. You even had a good old time watching me fucking.”The two aliens step closer, closing the distance between Mercy and them and effectively cutting off any chance she may have had of running. Her mind races to find the words that could get her out of this or the best path to take of escape. It.