Cindy’s attention was brought back as the fingers started to probe her asshole over the all-too-thin panties. Cindy had never had anal sex before bu... knew it was in her future. The finger pressed harder on the splinter driving the fabric in her. She started to move to the top of the bed to get away from the invading digit when she felt the other hand wrap around her hair sticking out from under the pillow. The message was clear, she was not going anyway. With agonizing slowness, the finger. One day I kept my foot close to her leg and kept touching. She did not mind at all. The touch was giving me a sort of pleasure and I slowly rubbed my leg with hers to keep the skin contact. She looked at me and took her leg off. That day I dare not do anything. Next day I gathered more guts and thought to my self that even I touch her or do something, she will not tell that to anyone, with this belief I kept my legs maximum possible with her. After sometime she asked me what am I doing. I said. Next, she pulled off her panties and gave them to Carl. She giggled again. “There, you see? No tattoos.” She stood completely naked; her breasts boldly thrust forward, her nipples standing erect and hard. Her swollen pussy lips were unshaven but clearly visible through the sparse tangle of golden hair. She smiled coquettishly and Rudy had to admit that she looked ravishing as she displayed herself to the men. “Nice,” Carl murmured. He lightly touched her dark pink nipples with his fingers. Her dress was soaked and clinging to her body, leaving little to be imagined. Her nipples were hard from the cold water, making them stand out in a very obvious way. She had begun to let her hands explore his body again and he decided it would probably be okay to follow suit, he didn’t expect the girl to protest seeing as they were already this far. His slippery fingers fumbled with the buttons on her soaked dress and he gently pried it from her chilly skin. His hands trembled but he smiled at.