Well when we showed up around 6 that evening three of them were cuddled up on the bed and somebody shouted, "it's clothing optional tonight." Naturall... my boyfriend shed his shirt and I followed suit, then feeling more comfortable dropped my pants too. I laid down on the bed with the rest of them. Then Ryan brought out smarties and we had candy-body shots going on. First we shot off or Ryan a skinny wonderfully ab'd white boy, mmm. The only other girl in the room took one off his abs, my. Caitlin, being a bit heavier than my step daughter had the hottest fucking chest on a 16-year-old girl I had ever seen. And I mean literally I had ever seen. I'd put her weight about 140-145, but at least a 32C if not 32D chest. Firm round boobs with no sag, round nipples that stood out in the lights on the deck, and the girls were wearing bikini bottoms. I casually glanced up and down their bodies, feeling a bit creepy, but turned on so fucking bad I couldn't even think straight.And then. Arriving at my bud's flat and walking into the living room he had the FHM magazine of her laid out on his dining table, ready for her to receive our baby batter. As always the curtains were drawn with the light on to retain discretion, we didn't want anyone disturbing us while we got busy with Alesha. My bud had her video playlist already playing in the background on the TV (I think he had been getting a head start and was jacking to her earlier, the cheeky bugger). We both agreed getting to. Each motion sent a thrill through my body, and I was ready for what was to come next. My vaginal opening had dilated, my body was producing all the lubrication it could, and every one of my pleasure centers was fired up. My body wanted it, I wanted it, but Michael wasn’t ready to give it to me. I broke the kiss and moaned in frustration. Michael turned his attention to the side of my neck, and began to take longer strokes. The head of his penis would catch at my clit before pushing forward up.