There his hands moved in, the button at the tops of her jeans. He slowly undid the button, then pulling the zipper down...down...down... the sounds so...nding distant and far away because of the shirt around her head. All she could see was a little circle of light, and all she could feel was his hands on her body. The hands went back to their tugging, but this time they were tugging the shirt out of her jeans. The hands went to work on the buttons of her blouse, slowly caressing the skin that was. Fuck I think what am I supposed to wear to this “Masked Ball” I’ve got skirts and casual clothes but Charlie never said about a fucking ball. “He can be such a wanker at times “I think to myself. I pull the lacy panties up to my knees and before I can pull them up all the way Charlie comes in from the bath room is tight boxer shorts and I can see his cock well supported in them. He comes over to me and before I can final adjust my underwear he slips in two fingers in my pussy and says as he. In an effort to save at least some of his clothing he began helping until he was finally as naked as she was."Come on! Come on!" she whined as she pulled him towards the bed."Who is she and what has she done with that shy little person we knew as Samantha?" Grace whispered to Pat."I don't know," Pat chuckled back. "Wow, get her in a bedroom and she's like you on hyper-speed!" You know they really are magnificent," she said glancing over at her friend's breasts. "I don't think I've ever seen any. ‘God, Helen, I’m gonna come!!!’ he roared. ‘Nowwwww!!! Nowwwww!!! Oh, Goddd!!! Am I everrrrrrr!!!!!’ His body rose and powerful spurts of his jot juices rushed into Helen, filling her, bathing her insides with heat. ‘Yessssssss!!!!!’ Helen cried, ‘Oh, yessssssssss, Joe!!!! Take meeeeeeeeeee!!!! Joe!!!! Oh, Joe!!!!!! Take meeeeeeeeeee!!! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!! Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!’ At last, spent and sated, Helen collapsed atop Joe. She felt his powerful arms encircle her,.