‘Bien?’ he asked again. ‘Oui,’ the man agreed as he stripped off the pants. Underwear, shoes and socks soon followed. ‘Dance,’ Benjamin co...manded. Again the stagehand gestured confusion. Benjamin searched his mind for the French translation. ‘Danse?’ The stagehand hugged Benjamin and starts to rock back and forth. Benjamin sighed in frustration. ‘Vous dansez!’ The stage hand grinned and stepped away from Benjamin. Facing the New York City stud, he stretched his hand up over his head and looked. I had always enjoyed being taken from behind, and this was definitely no exception. Finally I could feel him grow and throb, and his body stiffen. He let out a quiet groan, and leaned down over my back.As he relaxed he pulled me down into his chair with him. He was still inside me, and still hard. He wrapped his arms around me and kissed my neck. Then he very intentionally found my hand and laid his over it.He pulled it up to his mouth and kissed it lightly on the palm. He ran his tongue across. With eager hands Mary began unbuckling the straps holding Erica’s dress closed in front. She began with the bottom one, working her way up, exposing more and more of Erica’s long legs. Jeff noticed that the blonde’s black boots went all the way up to mid-thigh. When Mary had opened all the buckles up to Erica’s belly, the tall blonde pushed her hands away and sat down on the bed. She was facing Jeff, her legs spread wide apart in the same position Mary had been in. Jeff could clearly see the. Her tight white blouse clung to her, and she had several buttons undone. Three at the top, giving him the best view down her chest and two at the bottom showing her smooth stomach off; her tie hung loose around her neck too. Could come in handy. She wore over the knee white socks, and a black skirt. A short skirt, which pushed up her thighs as she sat; both brother and sister knew his hot palm lay on her bare thigh. Gareth held back his smile as he watched her eyes flutter and heard her sharp.