" Really? That sounds cool! Wait there, I'm on my way!"And without another word she hung up. I then remembered that she had her mom's car. I really di...dn't want to still be there when Jessi's Aunt Fiona returned home from grocery shopping, but now I really had no choice in the matter.Within a couple of minutes I heard my friend's car pulling into the driveway with Jessi then seconds later joining me poolside. She had on bluejeans and a light blue sweatshirt while I was back in my tiny bikini. Of. Overthe next hour she would twitch her ass against our dicks sendingbutterflies scurrying throughout our gut. Not that anyone was surprised;after all she was nothing but a tease to us. But the flaunting of her legsand the display of the snaps of her garter belt was wearing us down. Pantyhose were uncommon back in 1968. The particulars are fuzzy as what took place and who took them duringthe next hour, but I do remember we each took turns sitting on thisoverstuffed sofa swapping spit while. And now ourcaptors were ignoring me entirely.The absurdity of this all really was becoming too overwhelming. Ourkidnappers were masked so there was no clue there. Why had we beentargeted? I watched as they began the process of tying Tammy to thechair that she had been placed on. They worked slowly and thoroughly,apparently not worried she would be waking anytime soon. She was seatedupright, and her wrists were placed behind the back of the wood chair,where they were tied with white rope. More. In minutes they had changed out of their smart casual chinos and short sleeved shirts.Upstairs, Melanie stood in Hal’s bedroom before the full-length mirror. She had stripped naked and she smiled at the image which confronted her. In fact, she rejoiced in herself.“Frobisher! I am standing naked in another man’s bedroom. The tart may have seduced you to alcopops, but my gentlemen have finer tastes. I am a woman!” she declared, proudly.She enjoyed the sensuality of pulling on the pale yellow.