A short time later, as I drifted in and out of consciousness, I could feel something touching my thighs...whatever it was kept moving up and down slow...y, gently rubbing against my bare legs.I knew I had to open my eyes to see what was happening. As I did, I saw the couple to my left still having fun, but by now they were getting serious!The guy had his hard cock sticking straight out of his black trousers, it looked like a small tree stump standing bulging and as fully erect as it could be. I carefully bent over the pile of pillows at the end of the bed, taking one in my hands and placing my face into it. I breathed in deeply so I could get a good noseful of Wendy’s sweet scent. Behind me, Mrs. Taylor took up her position at my left-hand side and laid the large canvas shoe against the centre of my bottom. She began tapping it gently against my bare bottom.“Now, I borrowed this from Miss Lindley. I wanted to see if I can use it as hard as she does against a bottom.” She laughed.I. He ran to the side of the grave preparing to climb in, eager to end the incessant noise. Searching around, he tried to find the Gravediggers – wondering if they were preparing to return from their shelter – nothing, the rain was obviously keeping them at bay. He crouched down. The scratching stopped, his mobile rang. Scrambling his pockets for it, confusion replaced his fear – why was it on? Surely he’d turned it off before entering the cemetery? His questions seemed irrelevant when he saw the. ' again he chuckled. I could not get him to release his grip and as I struggled his enormous penile head was exuding copious amounts of pre-cum. So much so that it was not only slimming up my buttcrack but was beginning to ooze down my inner thigh. My little rose bud was beginning to relax and I could feel the tip of his mighty weapon making head way. The pain was bearable at first as I tried to twist away, Omagelia, moved his other hand around and gripped my penis and testicles and lifted me.