I ran my hands up his bare legs once, twice, three more times feeling the muscles ripple beneath my touch as I teasingly inched closer and closer to h...s crotch. Phil tensed each time my hands came near the edge of his boxers. I traced the outline of his cock through the thin material, then let my fingers wrap around it gripping it tightly, feeling it throb as it stiffened further.I steadily inched my way up to his waistband and gave them a small pull. His legs tensed as he lifted his hips so I. A belt was then loosely fastened around her preventing her from moving away from the post.A motor started and the post rose up slowly toward the vertical. Her blindfold was whipped off and she could see the spectators looking at her. As the post rose to the vertical, her body slid down the rough wood and splinters went in her back. The hook went in further up her anal tract and she held her self up by her arms to avoid the pain of that penetration and breathe.Once vertical, she was panting and. "What's her name," I asked.This time his glare was long and speculative. "Lenora Walters."I knew her. As a cheerleader, she was just a bit out of his league, but her beauty ran along more Victorian lines, of pale face and slim limbs and a bit of the open-mouthed ingenue—impefections that kept her off the A-list. And there were hidden depths to her, a sense that her habitual silence hid not an empty brain but impossibly complex thought. Most of the other cheerleaders you could detect by their. I was afraid. though It felt weird, it was turning me on. It was the best kiss i`ve had. Combining with the sensation of touch on my ass, it felt incredible. It was making me wet. My dad stepped back and drop down his pants. My mom, meanwhile, stripped me of my dress as well as my bra. My breasts were bare for my father to see. I was still in shock but the horny feeling that turned me on came through and let their hands run on me. My dad played with my boobs and nipples. As he was sucking my.