It was a glittering affair, candelabra sparkling in the candlelight, soft music and a hubbub of conversation. Mistress Pickles was elegant and amicabl... but her gimlet eyes watched over us all. The dancing was well ordered. The women of each household had by the time it began become friendly and no doubt this was aided by the wine which had flowed. There was no unseemly activity but courtly dancing and perhaps some minor flirtations were apparent. One lady repeatedly passed me and, in doing so,. As Trisha became increasingly hornier, she secretly had hoped he could hold his load long enough to fuck her pussy. He’d left her pink panties on so far, and they were so wet they stuck to her shaved bare skin. She wanted to feel that sloppy cock inside of her. As if this man could hear her thoughts, he pushed the soaked crotch of her panties to the side and thrust his cock into her. Sudden, intense waves rolled through her body. Getting fucked was just as amazing as She had always imagined.. . naturally... rubber. On my feetwere rubber boots that made a double layer where they overlapped thestockings. My wife Anya looked at me with satisfaction. I tried not toappear as frightened as I felt. Hoping for leniency, I said, "Maybe youcould just leave me like this." She shook her pretty head andresponded, "But Burt, you know you don't want anyone to see you dressed.And I am expecting company."I shivered and said quietly, "Yes, dear." She seemed to be waiting formore so I cautiously. ?" Ever what, Tammy?" she asked, reveling in the girl's innocent manner. Jennifer's cunt was tingling with anticipation. An evening with Bill and his dogs was always special, but having a young innocent girl to share the night's fun was mind-blowing."You... know," she stammered.Jennifer was amused and having a ball. She wasn't about to let the girl off the hook that easily. "I have no idea what you mean," she said, keeping her face from breaking into a smile.Tammy's cheeks burned and she looked.