‘Don’t lie. I saw exactly what you did. Tell me again, what were you doing?’ asked Davis.The boy did not answer and he started trembling in fear...‘It’s alright. You won’t get into trouble if you tell me the truth,’ asked Davis.‘Panties……,’ replied the boy shyly.‘What? I can’t hear you. Say again,’ asked Davis.‘I was seeing panties,’ said the boy. ‘Okay, now you told me the truth, I won’t tell anyone about this,’ said Davis.The boy sighed in relief.‘Anyway, it wasn’t your fault. Abby shouldn’t. He kept it fast ,so fast i was afraid i would fall. But his hand never left my breasts. I was in paradise. I licked the rain that rolled down to my lips. My hands clung on to the railing. My feet were nowhere near the ground.Chris held the lower part of me. He held it high enough to insert his dick in me. I was being fucked by a African American and I was enjoying every bit of it. He turned me to face him. His hands now holding my ass. My elbow on the railing top. He was wearing his shirt his. Just a little scratch.Mark frowned at her arm. "You probably want to get a plaster or something on it though, to help stop the bleeding." I suppose that your right!" she smiled as she headed for the kitchen and her little first aid box.Luckily for her there were several fully trained and qualified first aiders in the kitchen, all eager to show off their expertise; and so in no time at all her arm had been bathed with antiseptic ointment, and a brightly coloured patch now covered her wound,. Laying next to her, I gazed into her eyes as ourbreasts heaved under our maids dresses. Our stiletto heels nearly duginto the material of the pool table as I smiled and teased her clit withmy finger.After we had sensuously kissed and caressed each other, I slowly got backon my feet and helped her off as well. She teetered a bit in her heels asI lead her into one of the bathrooms to fix our make up and hair.Reaplying our lipstick and putting our hair back into place, I gazed atmy reflection in.