Her fingers rested against his jean button as she began rotating her hips. She moved up a bit more so she could feel the edge of his kneecap and then ...sed that to press into her clitoris, not hard, but controlled and backing off when there was too much pressure. Jen breathed out and bent forward as she moved. By now the crotch of her panties was bunching up between her lips and she could feel its gathering tightness along the crease of her ass. As if in sympathy, her own mouth duplicated the. The first round took 2:37.Ashley went back and sat on a hay bale at the edge of the pit, holding her untied bra to her breasts. The rules prohibited any repair or replacement of loose garments between rounds. Gigi just stayed where she was, on her back in the mud, until Referee Dahman called the end of the interval. He told Gigi to get in the bottom position and Ashley to get in the top position. As Ashley waited for Gigi, she took off her bra and tossed it to the deck. Dahman said that if both. ‘Almost,’ she replied with a grunt. ‘Go slow. Oh fuck.’ I felt her sphincter tremble around my shaft. But it never really tensed up completely. I kept a slow descent into her bowels, inching in before withdrawing, each motion becoming longer. ‘Shit,’ she said once half of my shaft had conquered her narrow space. ‘Too much?’ I asked again. Shaking her head, she suggested, ‘More lubricant?’ I nodded and pulled almost out, seeing the edges of my glans stretch her sphincter once more. ‘Push in,’. Since this summer was the summer between her graduation and her freshman year, she decided to head out to Colorado early, and find a job and a place to stay. Blue Lake is a forty mile drive from her school so she stayed with her grandparents while she hunted for jobs in town. One evening while shopping at a small boutique, a local lady mistook her for one of the Wagner grandk**s. Gayla of course had no idea who the Wagners were. On the phone with Candy later on Candy admitted that Gayla's.