We furtively looked at her dad who pressed his beer against the thick, swelling mass in his shorts. Yet, we guessed he must have seen her wearing even...less since, oddly, he barely gave her a third look. At least, there's no camel toe possible in a heavy knit suit! Believe me, I looked hard for one.As she turned and bent over slowly, teasingly for a towel, we stared. Safa and I lingered lewdly at the white, growing, triangular patch that fit loosely over her labia and daringly shifted across. She wanted to be a good girl… didn’t she?His front paws grabbed her hips as he mounted her. Her head swam with excitement. His thrusts were off. His legs just bounced against hers. This was wrong, she knew it but why didn’t she stop him? Why did this excite her so much? His weight drove her to her elbows forcing her ass further into the air. She pushed back against him as his cock hit her thighs not finding the sweet spot yet. He slumped forward while continuing his assault on her. When his. Tim also took in Iris's slim, shapely legs when she crossed them. The slit in the skirt fell away each side of her legs, exposing them nearly to the top of her hose. Knowing Iris as he did, David suspected she wore thigh highs or hose held aloft with a garter belt, not panty hose. Because she wore a shimmering black cocktail dress, her panties would be black and sheer to match, and would probably be a thong to hide any panty lines, a fashion sin, to Iris's mind. She obviously wore no bra.True. And DAMN, it was the exact opposite from what I saw in my "secret film" ... I liked every move and every position I saw in there – it was Guy-Girl, Girl-Girl, and young & old, for two solid hours – everybody seemed to be having one hell of a time ... and it sure LOOKED like the Girls were enjoying it just as much! It was just one long extended "DIRTY PART"! I was trying to figure everything out in the grand scheme ... so for the moment I bought into the fun and excitement, and kicked aside what.