His wife was beautiful, and not just in his eyes. He’d overheard enough talk over a pint or three at the local pub to know she was the subject of mu...h speculation, most of it lust fueled. And who could blame them? His gaze wandered over her body, only a thin white shift hiding her treasures from him. She was slender, but the slenderness of a young woman, rather than a boy. Her breasts although small, were perfectly proportioned upon her, her narrow waist making them look larger than they. Though he could see his stepsister’s cunny being stretched by three of Lucy’s probing fingers. And her other hand had two fingers deep in the brunette’s ever widening arsehole.Jonesy was gobsmacked ... there was way too much randy girly flesh in his field of vision and the intensity and their enjoyment of their lewdness: well...it was his fucking sister...then he thought...well adopted ...thank god... being eaten out and finger fucking his mates step sister.Hamish had wondered if J’Arnie was. Wasn't Gemmagoing to buzz Kissy in from her desk? Deanna wanted that damn Spanishgirl to take her punishment in front of her. Kissy had been a realbitch at school and now she was being a bitch here too. Why on earthhad Gemma given her the top secretarial job?"Now, first things first. Let's practice your posture in your fourinch heels. Throw your shoulders back and push your pelvis slightlyforward. That gives you a good starting point before you take yourfirst step." Miss Layton, what are you. Billy had initiated all forms of keep away, tag, and other games designed to allow him to rub his newly found 'boner' up against his female companions.As boys tend to show off to girls, much like peacocks, this one particular game was perfectly designed for Billy's ends: It was a nice twist on keep-away and 'rag tag', for the t-shirt they were using as the 'rag' wasn't allowed above water. It had to be passed from person to person without letting the one who was 'it' gain control of it.This one.