He began caressing his breasts. Fire! His left hand reached to his plugand rammed it in and out. And he feebled, "Beau, don't be mad, um, ohyes, I did...n't do this to me, yes! Yes!"He heard before seeing Beau come over and strike him on the face.Then Beau said, "What the fuck?"John Phillips rocked with the blow, looked up, hopefully, but gotdistracted by all the come leaking onto the floor from his plasticenecups. It's a lake. He began to lick, savor taste. There's so much. Somuch.Beau, dressed. She sighed as she did. I tried to pull back a bit, but she moved with me. She was apparently interested in feeling my erection pressed against her.When the song ended, I was fully erect, and bulging out against my jeans. She giggled. “Is that a mouse in your pocket, or do you like dancing with me?”“I like dancing with you. That’s pretty obvious to everyone looking in this direction.”She giggled again. “Maybe we should stop dancing.”“Only if you’ve got a better idea,” I said, as we sat back down. But he wouldn’t tell me what the plan was. I had an itch that nothing would scratch.When Saturday finally came, Mommy set out a typical school outfit for me, long skirt, knee-high socks, a conservative blouse. My underwear was equally plain and boring. A simple, white bra to contain my large tits, and a pair of boring panties. No interesting cut. No lace. Nothing. She put my blonde hair into pigtails complete with pink ribbons like I was a little girl. And very little makeup. Just a touch. No. Eventually my curiosity won out. Standing to one side of the window I could see past the bamboo.I had seen my neighbour, a plumpish pleasant enough looking woman in her late twenties or early thirties, before. That night, she was kneeling in her court, naked. At first I thought she was ill or might have fallen. I stepped closer to the glass.On her far side was a man. He was also naked and his hand was in front of him. I thought he was reaching towards her then recognised his motion. He was.