"Slow downto human levels please." Kat stifled the laugh as she opened the door."Hi and welcome to the neighborhood, we're your next door neighbors,"t...he woman who stood on the front stoop said as the door opened. "I'mBarbra Adams, and this is my daughter Becky." A small teen girl whostood behind the woman timidly waved. "Is your mother home?"Knowing how her own grandchildren acted, Kat turned toward the kitchenand shouted. "Mom, it's the neighbors, here to welcome us into theneighborhood." Show. The woman in the mirror was her, but it was not her. It was like an erotic caricature of herself, a cartoon drawn by a horny teenager with a vivid imagination. Her hair was long, thick and wavy, her lips pouty and red. Big hazel eyes smoldered back at her from underneath long lashes.What had been a drab brown suit was now a shamelessly brief, tight micro-skirt, a see-through white body shirt and an unbuttoned bolero jacket, all in the finest silk. The scarlet jacket had gold buttons and gold. Both females were covered in sweat and gasping for air as they held onto each other for support, enduring the extreme sexual beating I was giving them.Taking hold of the blonde teen’s hair in my left fist and her mother’s in my right, I brutally mashed their faces together, forcing them to kiss and suck on each other. Now it was no lie, I have fucked more wannabe starlets than I could count but there was something about this dirty little slut that was extra sweet. Melissa was a super-hot little. It wasn’t a huge shift, but it made all the difference in the world.Felicity began to let Bobby flirt with her.More than that, she flirted back with him too.Bobby touched her more. Now, in addition to touching her hand or elbow, he put his hand in the middle of her back, and it often stroked her briefly, there. Their dancing became more fluid, as she quit trying to keep her body away from his, and allowed the sensations to create in her the kind of excitement that has made dancing a.