She hated the feeling of giving in to these young perverts, but what could she do? She may have been able to fight one of them, possibly two, and make...sure they never bothered her again. But with three very horny young boys leering at her nudity, her monstrous 38DD tits balooning out in the open air for their adolescent pleasure, she wasn't so sure of her chances. And she still wasn't certain whether James, her own brother, would sit back and watch them rape her or if he'd help them. Either. Others showed her with her arms around various members of the party, still one foot on one or other of her fallen friend's stomachs. Harry and Jessie were very much not amused to think that they had further been humiliated and in such a public way and declined their host's offer of souvenir copies. Gwen said she would have them all framed and display them on her sitting room wall in her father's Hampshire mansion. The others knew she was not joking and to make the best of a bad job and not show. " Are you should you want to do this?" I asked as I slid her panties down past her feet. "I don't know.. I think so. She answered. I moved down to her thighs and licked her pussy as good as I had every tried. I moved back up slowly glancing my dick against her wet pussy. She tensed up a little and then the same thing happened. "No, she grunted. "I'm married I shouldn't be doing this. We should stop." It's a funny feeling when your dick touches a new pussy for the first time. It doesn't even. His hands were buried in her unbound hair for the first time as he moaned, her sweet scent filling his nose… he felt like she’d intoxicated him, taken over his entire being as he filled her body, pleasure running over him in waves as he tried to hold off his climax, waiting for her body to catch up to his. Yearning and moving beneath him, Gwendolyn could feel that elusive burning sensation as he rubbed against her little love button, and she squirmed so that each of his thrusts pressed it.