With anyleft-hand bend he moved closer, and with no objection from her he must have hada hand well above her stocking top. I made a comment about woul... they like morebends, Sharon giggled and he said yes? At the next bend he moved over and shegiggled again. I can only assume that at this point his hand had moved from herbare thigh into her flimsy G-string. With his wife passed out beside him and mein the front driving he must have had a mile or two with his hand in my wife'sknickers.When we got. But ... this ... this interview is really going off on a tangent, don’t you think, Jen? We were here to get your thoughts on the whole Goth celebrity thing, right? How did it get sidetracked into my own personal kinks, anyway? Alright, you busted me. I’m a cuckold at heart, okay? I would love to be cuckolded by you, you know. Are you happy? Can we get back to work, pretty please?” Gavin showed desperate arousal in his face as he watched Jen play with her own succulent snatch.“So, a Goth,. She began to pant like the rest of those dogs who now circled her and Rusty. Dimly, she tried to remember their names, but her brain was not fully functioning. All she wanted to do was to cum – to shudder and feel the instant pleasure and release her orgasm would give her.Suddenly, Rusty backed off, only to rear up, his weight pushing her backwards. Her current wide legged stance and bent knees made it impossible for her not to fall over. She fell down onto her ass, her eyes now level with. One of the Legionnaires shouted as I pushed past them, and Fargrim, the arrogant one, reached out to grab my arm.“Get behind us, you daft woman! Rushing in there is only going to get you killed.”I shook him off and pressed forward to the sound of dwarven cursing and the clattering of shields rapidly snapping into position behind me. I ignored it, racing around the last couple of twists, eagerly looking for my husband and my friends ahead of me.I hesitated only for a moment when I finally came.