Mira’s body was leaning against mine and I looked down to see her hand was between her legs, her dress pulled up, her legs spread. She was masturbat...ng furiously, her other hand still between my legs and fingering me with similar vigour. Their orgasms, simulated or not, were coincidental, the masked girl screaming and the other moaning joyfully. As they came, so too did Mira, her mouth to my ear, her hand gone from between my legs to her mouth. I could feel her trembling as she pressed against. Stay a few feet behind the bench, and I’ll introduce you.”“Okay,” Ella agreed, and then followed the nurse across the lawn.“Here’s your tea, Penelope,” Christine said when she stepped in front of the bench.“Oh, bless you, dear,” the old woman said as she took the glass in a reasonably steady hand. She brought it to her lips, sipped, and then let out a satisfied sigh. “Thank heavens you know how to brew tea. Everyone else must make it with toilet water.”Christine laughed and said, “You’re. We chatted about minor things like school, parents and our sexuality. He was the first person I told that I was curious and I was the first to know that he was gay. We hit it off there. We drank, we talked, we danced and we walked to his house together. No one really noticed us at all.His family was asleep, so we would sneak inside very quietly creeping to his room. He'd joke and bang his foot on the ground to shock me. It worked, and I got excited over the idea of being caught. He noticed my. No. I need to cum.”“Sorry, baby. No cumming until your shave is over. Now flip over on your knees. I want you smooth as silk between your ass cheeks.”“Oh, baby, I don’t know,” I question again, becoming worried, trying to picture his big fingers maneuvering the razor around my ass crack.“I got you. Now on your knees,” he says in a sterner tone. He is obviously taking this job very seriously.I obey and get on my hands and knees, with my ass in the air. I feel his hands rubbing over my ass, then.