I love him, believe it or not, though I think that he resents me, but he is a bit of a prude, that’s how it is.“He never even slept with Lisa, and...my wife was practically begging him to do so. It’s just his nature. He’s not just effeminate, he’s a real priss at times,” Uncle Barry shrugged and even mouthed ‘sorry” at Allen, but the damage was done.“I see. Very well, then. Does the liaison have any questions for the witness?” the chairman asked while writing down some kind of note.“Not at this. Relax." "I'm sorry. I'm sorry." "Nothing to be sorry for." Clay nudged her back so he could look at her. "Are you okay?" "Yeah. Yeah." She wiped at her eyes and he saw her fighting for control. "Um, aside from being a little hysterical, I guess, I'm fine. Sorry." "It's okay. Being alone is scary, especially when you're lost." He ran a finger along her face. "Ivy said you had a thing about being lost. What happened?" "Oh. You know…silly childhood trauma." She tried to shrug it off. "It's okay,. It was sticky and wet and Ginger moaned as my finger moved through her delicate fold. I continued to kiss her deeply as my finger played with her outer pussy lips, spreading a little of her hot moist core all over its smoothness. It was ready. Moreover, Ginger was ready to make love. I turned and slid her body under mine. Ginger's back pressed deep into the soft sand of the beach as my heavy body landed upon hers. I cupped one of her breasts as I looked down into her eyes. I pressed tenderly. ”We did as we were told.“Would any girls like to feel the penis?” Lots of hands went up. “Thought so, form a queue and take turns to give it a bit of a rub.”One by one the girls came forward and, with sticky hands, grabbed Ollie’s cock, which was above my face, and gave it a little rub. Ollie was getting more and more stressed as he tried to hold back his orgasm from twenty-five girls giving his cock a squeeze and a rub.Finally, it was the last girl’s turn. She grabbed his cock, Debbie held his.