''Good morning sir," she said, nodding to me and then at the tray brimming with tasty tropical fruits, flowers, and steaming hot coffee. " Compliments... of the hotel.'' She smiled and added her name, I'm Tiffany.'' Tiffany stood so close to me that I could smell her. She had an amazing amount of body heat and it radiated right to my crotch, carrying an odor of something exotically sweet and her own musky scent. The combination was a strong knockout and before I realized it , my dick was making a. "Yea, like Glenda." Well, thats a coincidence," I say, finally returning her smile, "I'm dressing like the scarecrow..." I pause for a second, thinking about what I just said, "I know it's not very original, but I liked the idea." Well, if it works for you, go for it." she continues to smile as she stands up.I do the same, but she starts to pull off her socks, I turn around and reach into my bag, finding my costume shirt. I find it, a tattered shirt with bits of straw sticking out. I start to. .." Said Wilfred, staring at my tits with hungry eyes.I pushed my skirt down to my ankles. I then bent at the waist to pick it up, showing my round buttocks and my wet pussy lips to them.I was now just wearing the hold up stockings and high heels.Wilfred stood up, saying he would go first. As he walked over me, I could see the huge bulge in the front of his trousers. I stroked his hard dick over his pants and Wilfred pushed my shoulders down, making me get on my knees. At same time I unfastened. Let Sarge take care you ... You need it right there ... right there, don’t you?”Her eyes once again focused on mine with a groggy, pleading visage...”Yes ... Yes ... right there ... tell him to fuck me right there,” she begged.“You heard her, Sarge,” I said making eye contact as sweat streaked down his face, “she needs it just like that.”He nodded and pressed on.“YES ... YES ... YES...” she screamed, contorting her face, throwing her head back, and seemingly flexing every muscle in her body as.