His hand had disappeared under her blouse! Fine thing for a Sunday morning! Lydia was really uncomfortable and I could hear her horse whisper, "Frank,...not here! Frank!" He replied, "You started it!" But she was melting and not really trying to stop him. Soon they were locked in a deep kiss again as he played in her underthings.Next thing I felt was Carl kissing my neck as he set me on the edge of the dining room table. When he reached under my skirt, my panties were soaked already. Then both. It never made sense to me to try and sneak up on a girl's breast. I had done that a little with Karen, but it didn't seem to help me any. This way, I was sure to get a little feel at least. To my surprise, Denise didn't object or anything. She just kept on kissing me. When we stopped kissing, she took my hand, but didn't try to move it away. It was almost like she wanted to make sure I kept it there."I wish they were bigger for you, like Karen's are." You shouldn't worry, your's are just as. Then it was back to what looked like my old schoolteacher's two-tongued leather strap softly clipping my now-bare backside; that did hurt, but I could see that he was getting harder and thrusting his cock more into my chest, as I was pulled over his knees by the rim of my pants. He pulled his damp trunks down to his ankles and positioned me in front of him, telling me to suck his balls, and rub his butt at the same time. I could now see clearly that his balls were huge compared to my own,. How she would have loved to snuggle against his chest, hold him close to her until morning, but the separate part of her brain stepped in to take control.With the hem of her dress, she wiped a trickle of blood, her blood, from his inner thigh and mopped the wet patch above her knee (so much for her prettiest dress). Then she pulled up his trousers, tied them, and buttoned his shirt, covered him carefully with the red blanket, found her slippers, adjusted her headscarf that was miraculously.