They were friends and neighbors, and if any of them felt awkward now, it wasn't the time to show it.Stella was stunning in a scarlet robe, a new one s...he must have dashed out to buy; it was long and slinky, touched with fake white fur that set off her midnight hair and opened when she walked to reveal the flawless olive skin of her legs. Her tits made the thin material stand out, and the twin cones of her nipples showed plainly--if anything about Stella could be called plain. Even her hairdo was. He had me set in his lap and French kissed me again, sucking on my tounge. He then asked me was i ready to take his BBC up my tight little ass. I said yes and got up and bent over. He started to lick my asshole and run his tounge in and out. My little dick started to get rock hard, as his tounge rubbed the my balls. He then reached in his bag , got out his vaseline rubbing it on his BBC and my asshole. He then slide his BBC in my ass, by now i was used to it going into my tight little ass. We. I was equal parts excited to see my hero againand just as scared to be out on a Wednesday afternoon at a sporting eventdressed as Michelle.Wednesday was a warm gentle early spring day. I wore a cute light blueblouse with a peter pan collar (remember it was 1970) and white shorts. Iwore ankle sox and white Keds. I arrived at the game about ten minutesearly and was treated to a kiss from Mark who ran up into the stands whenhe saw me. He really looked good in his uniform. He was number six. “You’ve waited all your life to see what was behind that door. And you ruin the key just to keep me from seeing it?”“I guess it was the wrong key,” Keith said blandly. He and Maddie got Fry back to his feet and stood facing Derek.“It’s a good thing we have another then, isn’t it?” said another voice from the tunnel. Yousef stepped out into the light of the room from the shadows where he had been watching with a rifle pointed at Derek. Derek did not lower his gun, but shifted his aim slightly.