Mr. Dawes trailed his fingers along theside of William's pants and around his backside. William was frozen inplace as the sensations were coursing th...ough him and the realization ofthe fact that Mr. Dawes was essentially feeling him up."Hmm... and these aren't men's pants either," Mr. Dawes, again, observed."The material's too light, the buttons are on the wrong side again aswell," he continued. Then, as his fingers trailed along William's flanks,"Hmm... garters too, I see. One, two, three,. .hij liep met iemand anders de bosjes in en ik liep er zonder na te denken achteraan.In de bosjes waren een aantal geile kerels elkaar aan het trekken en pijpen.Ik liep rechtstreek op mn doel af en pakte hem in zn kruis en de andere hand achter zn hoofd en begon zn nek te masseren en fluisterde in zn oor, dat ik hem heerlijk vond, en kuste hem vol op zn mond.Het bleek dat hij graag pijpte en ging op zn knieen en pijpte een van de andere gasten terwijl ik door zijn haar kroelde en zijn tepels en. As if unaware of my hard on, she says ”Let’s take a nap”. She locks the door and then I know she wants to do some late afternoon fucking. She lays down next to me and we spoon—her ass and hot panties up against my hard on, as I reach over and cup my left had over her lace bra. We lay there for a few minutes, and then I start to slowly rub over her white lace bra. I could see her erect aureoles perk up under the sheer white lace at my caress. I reach under her bra and cup her big tittie gladly. I jumped to my feet as fast as I could. I was screaming in anger at him, but I don't know what exactly I said but I did use the word “Rapist.” That drew a lot of attention.Grabbing my kettle I dumped the still hot, but not quite boiling water on his head. I used the kettle to hit him in the side of the head. I tossed it as the door to my room was opened. I didn't look to see who was there, I was so fucking angry. He was screaming and I didn't care if he was burned. I grabbed his hair with both.