Trini scampered over to it on her hands and knees. Before turning all the way around, she looked over one shoulder to gauge Stryker’s reaction. She ...miled because she couldn’t tell. Trini had kept him hard for a good part of the past hour. Nothing looked different now. Lydia put Trini back into her kneel and walked around the trembling cutie. She drew a long satiny belt from one of her robes through her hands, now and then draping it over Trini’s shoulder to tickle along her spine. Her hefty. ..?” “Just do it!” she growled. Like a teenager at a school disco, I tentatively slid my hands down from the small of Carmen’s back and onto her soft, full buttocks. It felt good and incredibly wicked – apart from occasional incidents with Alice, I hadn’t fondled a girl on the dance floor since I was at college. “That’s better,” she hissed in my ear, “now give me a good groping!” Bemused but strangely excited, I began to knead Carmen’s buttocks through her thin white dress, the softness of her. Kerry was still at the dressing table, putting on her make up when I heard a car pull up, we both moved over to the window, and crouched down so we could not be seen in our current state of undress, we need not have bothered as we both at some point unwittingly stood up to get a better look. The man good looking and in his thirties with a fit physique and sporting a golden sun tan emerged from the car dressed smart, but casual, brown leather shoes, stone washed blue denim jeans and a very. All of the rooms were tastefully decorated, some funky touches thrown in here and there, speaking of world travel and fine education. I ran my hand over the smooth dark wood of the armoire as I passed and looked up to find you standing in the doorway. You smiled so warmly, all the doubts flew out of my head as I froze in place. ‘Hey.’ ‘Hey yourself,’ you grinned, holding up a bag. ‘I got you a present.’ ‘No you didn’t!’ I goggled at you. ‘Yes.’ You waggled the bag, ‘Do you want it or not?’ I.