I had on only a short skirt and I realised that he must have had an excellent view right to the top of my thighs since my legs were still straddling h...m, and the panties I was wearing would have left little to the imagination. He lay as if transfixed, so I moved back, and it was my turn to gasp. The lump I saw in his jeans made Ben’s sex organ look like a gherkin alongside a cucumber. It was a magnificent if muffled display of manhood. I felt a delightful twinge in my vagina and an almost. She had to do this. She noticed the blindfold taped to the outside of her usual locker. Her heart felt like it would beat through her chest. She sat her gym bag down in front of the locker and tentatively began removing her tank top. She looked around the room trying to find some evidence that he was there. There was nothing. She took off the sports bra. Her breasts were firm and damp with sweat. She caressed herself without thinking and noticed that her nipples were rock hard. She sighed. She. They chose a bright forest green satin-like material and a pattern that hugged the body rather close. All the girls had ample bosoms and none were skinny so the dresses accentuated their generous assets. On the day of the wedding, the weather began somewhat warm and sunny so no one thought about jackets or rain. Little did we now. After the wedding, the reception was held at an American Legion Hall about 15 miles away with a local country band, several kegs of beer, a generous flowing of. I strain my eyes to catch a glimpse of anything that would indicate where I was. On either side was noting but white walls. There was no sound except a very low hum that seemed to come from all around. As more time passed and no one coming to my aid I began to panic and shifted the weight of my body and then I felt what I assumed to be a finger press down on my forehead. I tried to speak but even my voice was robbed from me. "Relax," a voice whispered. It was not coming externally but seemed.