Still I wasn’t complaining.As the night wore on, we had quite a lot to drink and Cindy was getting a bit worse for wear. So I decided to head back t... the boat, Cindy was having trouble walking, so I gentlemanly helped her, although on occasions I grabbed places I shouldn’t have, but she just giggled and brushed it aside.As we arrived back at the boat, Cindy’s lady like demeanour had all but vanished, and as we climbed back on board she treated me to a lovely view up her skirt, flashing her. Her fingers pressed on the flesh on both sides of my Venus mound, and squeezed my puffy pussy lips together. I moaned as a wave of sexual desire washed through me, and almost without thinking I responded by shoving my right hand up the dark opening of Miss Reeve’s skirt, questing for her cunt. What I found was a surprise which at first stopped me in my tracks, and made me realise that all this had been carefully planned. My delving hand did not, as I had anticipate, meet the gauzy fabric of. My blue baby doll nightie was drenched with his sweat mingled bymine as i lay underneath him. This is how Rahul preferred me in bed inthe sheerest of nighties giving him the pleasure of seeing me in themost feminine and submissive form, after all I did belong to him nowand he was my Man. Even though in the beginning I refused to put up any effort for him,after all how could I? How could I willingly dress and prepare myselffor bed with another man? Yes I belonged to him now, but I was asixteen. I was disgusted, spluttering and trying to push it out, but she was too quick for me – she grabbed a discarded hold-up stocking that was lying nearby, wrapped it across my mouth and then around my head three times, and tied it tightly at the back, so that there was no way in which the cunny-juice drenched thong could be ejected from my mouth. I was appalled, and one part of me felt revolted at having these soiled panties pressed against my tongue – but the other part found their taste and.