Maybe I should have left after all. What I'm feeling isn't right and I shouldn't have kept myself in this situation, I thought to myself. The more I w...atched Missy, The harder my cock became. The harder my cock became, the more I wanted to watch. I felt evil.I decided to go with the 'sick' ploy. As I worked my way over to where the guy who drove the car I was in, I was interrupted by someone who grabbed me by the arm and pulled me towards the dressing room entrance. 'Tony! My god it is you!!'. Your looking up at me…flashing that Cheshire-like grin I’ve come to adore. And, in your one hand, your caress me….each full length pump slow….tight….the soap keeping each deliciously slick….while in the other delicate set of digits, you gently massage my balls…weighting them.…..damn you are too good!!I groan in sheer bliss. You giggle, those mischievous eyes going back and forth from looking up at me….to staring hungrily at me cock. Fuck! You working me so slowly…..I LOVE IT! There is a lot to. Enjoy! *hugs*Stacey_tvGood Neighbors, Part 2*** This story picks up in the middle of Stacey's recollections of howshe came into her current situation. Please see Part 1 for the backstory. ***"Listen, I can explain," I started to say. He cut me off."No," he said simply. I saw an unmistakable glint in his eye as hisnext words seared into my brain. "You won't be able to explain anythingwith your mouth full of my cock." Excuse me? I'm not...." I know, not gay. But you are bi-curious. Your curiosity. .I want to ride you...and I will, but not yet...I let go of your hand and wrist and let you play on your own...you run your finger back and forth between my pussy lips...you bring your left hand up and cradle my right breast...the fingers on your other hand continue to explore my naughty part and they find my clitoris at the top of my slippery groove...a hard little nub, like a pearl...sensitive and aches with a will of its own...to be stroked and pawed and pleasured......your thumb strums.