The girls loved the idea, but how would a picnic raise money? Brenda said they could have a fifty-fifty raffle, half the money to go to the winner; th... other half to a refugee kitty.Angie had the idea of having a kissing booth at a dollar a kiss. She would be the girl in the kissing booth. Angie told them, "I think my best friend, Becky, will help out in the booth." What she didn't mention was that Becky liked the boys, the kind that drive muscle cars with a big back seat. She wasn't the. That sounds antiseptic. He turned on just enough lights to set the mood, and we slowly, and with many kisses, undressed each other. We'd seen each other's avatars naked every day at school, but this was my real body, my real butt, my real boobs, my real thighs, and those few pounds I'd love to lose. I got to run my real hands over his very real chest and shoulders. I got to tweak his nipples, feel how hard his butt was, and melt against his lips.We both felt a certain amount of urgency, not. ‘The pavement is hot,’ she said. He sat down in the driver’s seat and reached over to grab her shoes from the floor of the passenger side. ‘Here. Now go stand over there.’ ‘Don’t you need a warrant to search my car?’ Rachel demanded as she clumsily tried to get into her shoes while the police officer remained inside. He smiled menacingly at her. ‘You’ve been watching too much television. All I need is probable cause and believe me, you gave it to me. Go stand over there.’ Rachel turned away. "Is this what you meant when you said you wanted to get fucked?" "No Master!” was his reply. "Do you like it?" "Yes master." "Does it feel good, his cock deep in your ass?" "Yes master." I then told the man fucking my man slave to "Cum on his face." He pulled out of ass, and began to stroke his cock in the face of my man slave and he shot his load on my man slave’s face. "Did you like that?" "Yes master." I looked at my slaves and finally I told them they could fuck each other, first he fucked.