She laughed as they both surfaced, seeing the laughter on their own faces."Okay," Mark said, grinning, "so you can beat the pants off us. Big deal." Y...ah," Steve cried from behind her, "but I don't like losing, especially to a girl!"With that, he grabbed her by the waist, lifting her high into the air and tossing her into the water. She came up laughing as the two of them then engaged in a game of tag with her.But tag soon developed into a game of touch, with them tagging on her tits or cunt,. As your fingers turn white clutching your phone, your hand strokes your cock again, base to tip, lubricating yourself. You linger at your head, just rolling your palm from below your ridge, up and over to your head. Up and down. Up and down. Your hand glides smoothly with the added lotion. Groans escape your lips now, and your hips thrust, simulating fucking.My hips are moving with yours as wetness soaks my panties. The thin material sticks to my lips now. Watching you get off on me is the. Just a little longer, she thought. A deep aching centred in her pussy. They drove through heavy traffic, the like of which Brooke had never seen. As they pulled into the driveway, Brooke heard a dog bark. ‘Is that Max?’ she asked. ‘Yep,’ Steve replied getting out of the car. ‘He wants to go for a walk to the park, but he’ll have to wait now.’ Brooke patted Max on the head and said, ‘Hello, boy, I’ve heard a lot about you.’ They went inside. Hmm, she thought, quite nice. He showed her to her. Thomas let out a cynical laugh, as if a warning was being issued. Next, he removed his shoes and socks and placed them at the side of the sofa. Following on that Thomas unbuttoned his shirt and took it off before placing it on his on top of his shoes. Then, after sitting back once more he looked at Glyn and said, “Strip Vanilla Boy, let me get a good look at you.”Gingerly, Glyn arose and removed all his clothing. When he was done Thomas beckoned him over with his hand. As Glyn stood before him,.