“Probably not, but what the fuck?” she said, “Let’s do it anyway!”“Okay,” I said, “I guess we could explore a little bit.”“I knew ...ou would see it my way,” she said with a cute little smirk. The mine was scarier inside than it was outside. It was pitch black, with the exception of a few tunnel service lights, that for some reason were still on. We headed down the steep pitch into the mine. The only thing I could think about, was having to climb this hill to get back out of here.“Are you. I could feel myself getting wet and so could Jim. He had his hand on my crotch rubbing against my vagina. He was pushing so much he was taking my tights and leotard inside me as he rubbed. The wetter I became the more the material was inside me along with his finger. So this is what it felt like.Waves of pleasure were starting to rush through my body. Suddenly I arched my back and I knew I was going to have an orgasm. I could feel myself becoming drenched. It was far more intense than any. Tuesday night we both drove up to the Wolves’ ground at Molineux to watch a lively local derby which ended in a 0-0 draw, where I felt the Villa were lucky to hang onto that precious point. We had access to the Wolves’ board room before and after the game. We spoke to some old players who were surprisingly chatty and full of interesting and amusing stories concerning derby matches and were able to chat to both team managers and a few current players after the game. Gina was simply beautiful,. I yelped. Mommy laughed. And got behind me so she could push me into the man kneeling on the floor while she grabbed his hair and pulled his head into my crotch. I did the only thing I could. I pushed my dick hard into the guy’s mouth. I wanted to shove my cock so far down his throat he couldn’t breathe. Then he might unclamp his goddamned teeth and let my prick go. It hurt like hell. I was crying as I poked my cock deep down the loser’s throat. Mommy loved it of course; watching two of her.