What's he doing? He's opening the door, pulling me out. Not really pulling, it's like I want to go with him, but I can't do it on my own, so he is hel...ing me. I'm so sleepy I can't think straight. Now all five guys are standing around me. Greg is talking to me, but I can't quite understand what he is saying, something about me acting like a slut, and they're going to make me pay for it. What is he talking about?Now Greg and the cute hose guy are unbuttoning my blouse and unhooking my bra, and I. He was laying there catching his breath when he heard his motherat the front door.Helen had never seen her son exercising before. She wondered what hadgotten into him. "What are you doing Bill?" Just exercising, I want to do something to develop my chest. I'm tiredof being so flat on top.Helen smiled and recognized he was doing girl pushups. When she was inschool, the belief was doing those were a way to increase your bust.She wondered if that was her son's goal. She commented to him,. One looked over again but noticed nothing and returned his attention to his laughing friends. The coast was clear in that direction! Seeing that we were effectively ‘alone’ I lay my head back. You leaned in once again and nuzzled my neck, smelling my aftershave. A hot summers day on the beach had meant a light amount of perspiration which diffusing with the aftershave filled your nose with my unique smell and testosterone. We didn’t say a word (we didn’t need to) as you leaned closer in. This. I never say no to that sort of offer from Natalie. I’ve not had my fingers up many women but I can safely say that Natalie’s is the tightest fanny I’ve had the pleasure of and I love sliding a finger or two into her, listening to her gentle moans of pleasure as I do. I leant over and began to slowly finger-fuck her while she sat there with her eyes closed and as my fingers thrust in and out of her, I could feel my cock straining against my trousers. The sight of my fingers smeared in Natalie’s.