..well, now you're gonna get it! But first...we're gonna have some fun..."His hand stopped for a moment then surged forward into my crotch, rubbing, ...squeezing. I squirmed and moaned, bucking my hips, not wanting to like it, but loving every bit of being m*****ed. He stopped and laughed as I sat panting in the chair."I think you like this, don't you?"I nodded and then begged to be let go. Truly begged. Sincerely. Aroused but scared. I begged and begged and begged.He stood me up and. Thank God she's wearing a swim suit so that we don't have clothes to contend with.John removed his shoes so that he wouldn't cause Janice any more pain than he could help. He sat at her feet and put his foot in her crotch. All of the women gave a hiss of indrawn breath. and Janice's eyes got as big as the proverbial saucers. "Please, ladies, I have to have some way to keep Janice from sliding toward me when I pull her leg to set it. This IS the approved method!" The break was about half way. His mother Susan came out of the house and as she always did, gave me a hug. She was still wearing her bathers and promptly told me that Peter’s dad had picked him up earlier and he wouldn’t be home for a couple of hours.She invited me to use the pool as I did every weekend while I waited for him to come home. Now I must be honest, Susan was an average 45 year old, but I had peeked at her and had many fantasies about her.I jumped in the pool and Susan laid on a sun lounge that was in the shade. In it, she runs through the city, weighed down by the dank air and the thought of the dark mans smile. The snake-skin dress stretches across her thighs, hair streams behind her like a pennant of gold, perfumed rivulets of sweat course the channel of her breasts and down the soft flesh of her abdomen.He'll change you for good, whisper the shadows."I know," she sobs as the neon sign buzzes and laughs and fucks with her mind. By the time this evening had crawled towards her, she knew she'd.