His hand reached around her, cupped her breasts. Mary cried out. A sudden cry escaped her lips. Her head fell backwards, against his shoulder... Her shoulder blades pressed themselves together. His fingers took her nipple, pinched it, rubbed it. Mary found her eyes clouding with tears. Finally his hands left her breast. They rubbed her body downwards, to her waist, to her hips. They pushed against her few remaining garments, her petticoats. Her petticoats slid down her hips,. Then all that indrawn breath was expelled in a sussurating whisper that filled the entire room."Quiet please!" said the announcer.Had an observer been watching Monica Truebridge's eyes, that observer would have seen them narrow slightly as the judge viewed the portrait. Her eyes flicked to various things in the print: the ravaged skin; the stripes in the flag that were a deep, rich authentically blood red; the end of the stump that held that flag to the chest ... and the hair, that looked. Julie sighed and pushed her hips back towards me as I continued to kiss and lick her delicate asshole. She tasted youngand sweet, and I lapped eagerly at hter tight rectum, swirling my tongue between her spread asscheeks, dipping it into her butthole. Heranus was slick and shiny with my saliva, and I smeared a gob of vaseline over the entrance to her asshole. I rubbed my finger over herbutthole, gently pushing some of the lubricant between the crack of her ass and inside of her. Julie purred. Iain moved slowly, his eyes staying away from the sight and trained on Grayson’s, as he came closer. ‘That’s it, Iain, just look at me and I’ll help ye do it.’ Grayson urged him forward to him and took a hold of his shoulders. ‘Ye don’t need tae look at him Iain, I’ll guide yer hands. Close them and just do as I say.’ Grayson could see Iain was close to breaking down in tears, but was holding himself together to show his strength and overcome his fear. ‘Close yer eyes Iain, I’ll tell ye what.