The girls with boyfriends drifted away and I ended up left in a group with five guys. My guy had his arm around me and suddenly sli... it further around until his hand was over my breast. He stood there just rubbing it and squeezing it while every one talked, and watched. I could see them watching him squeeze my tit. I found this quite erotic, being openly fondled and watched. In a short while he moved behind me and put a hand on each breast to fondle while we all. In away, she played into my hands, by leading my arm, she didn't get to see my face, by taking me into the garden we entered a darkness, 'I am gagging for a smoke' she said 'and horny as hell'. I laughed, heading into a darkened corner, navigating Karen to a bench, whilst conscious of the light from the window, we would be able to see in, but they wouldn't see what I was about to do. Karen lit a cigarette, she sat up on the back of the bench, I moved unto her, our bodies close, 'so stud, what. I watched in awe as little by little, her finger disappeared into her pussy. Once her finger was knuckle deep in her pussy, she began to withdraw her finger. Time and time she inserted her finger and took it out until she got into a regular rhythm, which sped up with time. Once her finger started pumping quickly, she slowed down to a stop. She took her ring finger and submerged it into her pussy. With two fingers inside her, she began pumping in a constant fast paced rhythm. In time, her. I hadn't made it any secret about how much I was missing Clara. They hadn't even given me any firm ideas about what they would allow in this new friendship. Apparently, that wouldn't be known unless I did decide to accept their offer. Was Mrs. Townsend going to allow me anything when it came to Clara? I didn't even know whether they had already worked something out or not. Mrs. Townsend had mentioned to me that I couldn't call again until my mother told me it was permitted. My father had told.