I'll be right out."We heard her move back into the changing booth."You two can turn around again," she said, poking her head through the curtain. "Hos..., here, sweetie. I won't be needing these."Though she was holding the drape in front of her, we could see her bare shoulder as she handed him the Daisy Duke outfit. She closed the drape again, but it swayed back and forth a bit before settling down. Through the opening on the right side of the drape I saw that she was completely nude except for. The words sound familiar, but I can't grasp their meaning. A few minutes later, I am aware of something cold sliding up my right leg. It barely touches my skin. I hear a creaking sound. I don't understand what's going on. Then, I feel the same coldness on my left leg. What a fool I am! They are cutting the pantyhose. Subsequently, I feel my panties being cut off laterally and removed. Have they noticed that I have wetted my panties? I am self-conscious about my nakedness. My skirt and blouse. Staci just melted back onto the bed, Michael pressing against her and following, her hand still busy on her pussy. Kevin could tell by the jerky movements of her hips that she was on the brink of another orgasm. Somewhere in there as they tangled together, Staci let out another cry, this one surprised and shrill, and Kevin could see that Michael had just entered her as they mashed together, his hips grinding slowly against her. Staci’s legs wrapped around his hips, illustrating his movements. Above the sensitive skin at the back of my knees he pauses and coaxes my legs slightly apart. I am beginning to breathe erratically as my arousal grows. Higher and higher go his hands, brushing ever closer to my sex. He tantalises and teases and I grow frustrated. I am pushing my behind up into his hands begging him to touch me properly. Abruptly he flips me over onto my back and pushes two well oiled fingers deep inside me. I gasp and moan with pleasure and grind against his hand. Jackson.