My hands worked each foot. I spent a long time working my fingers between her toes, rolling my fist up her soles and loosening the joints up to her kn...es. Between my ministrations, she would let lout small audible groans.I worked one foot and then the other before proceeding up her fine legs. I grasped and molded her thighs just up to the crotch of her red panties. Then I moved to the next leg and repeated the moves. Each leg was a study of care. As I felt the muscles release under my hands, I. His finger slightly brushed my nipple. It was quick and nobody else seamed to noticed.My breast felt a slight tingle and my nipples hardened from the touch. I can see in the window reflection how erect my nipples have become. I'm feeling ashamed and aroused at the same time. I'm probably blushing red. I have to lower my sunglasses to hide my face and expression.The man seemed to be determined to do more than rub his cock on my ass. He slightly moved his one hand underneath my skirt. He was. She even gave my dick a long slow squeeze, forcing the last remnants onto her own fingers, sticking them in her mouth when she’d gathered all she could.That’s when I made up my mind. Time to take it to the next level. Our next session would include teaching her how to give oral. I told her that on the way down from the deck.The girls were really despondent, having to get into what they now called their ‘ugly clothes’, stashing their new outfits and intimates in a dresser drawer on the boat. I. He grasped her hips, pressed his cock head against Debbie’s opening and thrust. Driving his cock hard, a foot into her virginal pussy; stretching her is such an understatement given this was a Guinness Book of Records amount of cockmeat in a previously unsullied pussy.“God, yes,” Debbie whimpered, her words vibrating deliciously on Fanny’s fanny.“Fuck me like a two-bit whore,” Debbie then screamed.Her understanding of the price point for her services astonished the Bates. But her needy.