Facing him he reached for my panty covered genitals rubbing them through the unclean cotton. He them moves his hand up to feel my chest before pulling...my pantys down slightly so he could play with my dick and my ass, my cock might as well had been a toothpick in his large gnarled old hands. I pretty much just let him did what ever he wanted, not that I could of stopped him. He was soon bored fiddling with me, he unzipped his jeans and pulled out a substantial sized cock already hard, and with. She closed her eyes as she snaked her tongue into his mouth. She could feel him getting stiff, pressing against her. His hands had wandered to her breast. He was cupping and squeezing them sending thrills of excitement through her. In her drunken stupor she thought 'He is old enough to be my father'. But did not resist when he lowered her to the bed. The bed that she had planed to used with her husband.Sandy just lay on the bed while Ray undressed her. She raised herself when needed to help. “I've brought Tessa along too; we both fancied a bit of fun. You OK with that?”I don't think I've ever seen a boy so astonished – he didn't know where to look and just gawped helplessly as these two city girls descended on him.“Now you've already seen and felt my tits,” I said. “But you haven't seen Tessa's, so let's put that right straight away, shall we?” And so saying, I turned to Tessa and lifted her top right off, exposing her full breasts – neither of us was wearing a bra. She did the. But the side of Sally’s brain that wanted more was steadily winning. She could feel the wetness, and knew well what it foretold. She yearned for what that other side of her brain had re sisted so many times before. But, the resistance she had shown previously, was melting rapidly. Even through the jeans, Frank could fell Sally’s wetness, a sensation which set him ablaze and urged him on. As they grappled and groped, her hand inadvertently (or was it?) brushed across Frank’s lap, the.