Frank goes further with her

"Frank!" Walter once again tried to stop her friend, "It's me, Walter."

But Frank wasn't listening. He just pulled Walter's shirt up to her armpits, before doing the same to her bra and exposing her boobs, which he then jiggled and massaged with his bare hands.

Oh God, was this what Frank was really like? Walter had always noticed Allison being a bit uneasy around him, but now she started to understand why this would be. Her thoughts were interrupted when Frank pulled her pants and underwear down, leaving her naked from her chest to her knees, and started massaging her pussy.

"Frank!" she cried out.

"Allison, sweetie, you love it when I do this stuff," Frank admitted much to Walter's horror.

"I'm Walter! Remember the fishing tackle we need to buy next week?" Walter set the record straight to confirm her identity.

"Ohhh..." Frank began to slow down as the realization sank in.