Her wet bikini bottom pressed tightly into the crevice of her ass-cheeks. She had a very sensual way of walking, Tom thought and her firm thighs barel...y touched as she headed for the kitchen.She came back with two beers and handed him one, eyeing him pertly and letting her eyes drop to his crotch where the bulge was beginning to grow. Her eyes sparkled and she suppressed a smile. "It was very nice of you to stop by, Mr. Stevenson," she said deciding not to mention her parents until he brought. But she was too chicken open her legs to a strange man, and had long ago given up the hope of getting a good come from her husband. For the last ten years they'd fucked without her feeling anything in the encounter... not even disgust, which dismayed her.The couple sat and stared at the now closed door, their thoughts miles apart but both centred on the same thing, really. Fucking.When Meat entered the house, Jan closed the door quickly, though she knew her neighbours had seen her standing. Donald withdrew, leaving Gracie twitching gently on the floor. In moments, the mind of the former stuck-up cheerleader would be completely malleable and ready to accept her new role as a drone in the new nest.Chelsea came to with a start. The last thing she remembered was wishing that Gracie would finally shut up, then things got a little fuzzy. And she hadn't even been drinking. Her back was in a very uncomfortable position and she tried to readjust herself, then to her horror found she had. On finally, when they are headed for the mall’s exit, something catches Yesenia’s attention. She grabs Zaria’s hand and pulls the girl into a shoe store.“What are we doing?” Zaria cries out from the sudden jerking.“You need some fuck me shoes,” Yesenia answers with a wickedly pretty smile.After trying on several pairs of heels, Zaria settles for a strappy pair of four inch stilettos, though she can barely keep her balance walking in them.On the way home they pick up a pizza so that Yesenia’s.