Our hostess, with an arm around me, began to point out various guests and their costumes.Ricky: I was scanning the room as well. This was my first all...adult costume party and there was much to see. My gawking was interrupted as Mum called me over. She made quick introductions to our hostess, Samantha, pointed out my camera, and conveyed my interest in photography and the quality of my work.Our hostess asked me to take some shots of her. Samantha leaned in towards me, arms squeezing her tits. This excited. This anxious to see him sitting that close to her, at a desk, on a bed, anywhere. She didn’t care. Her stomach had so many butterflies, it felt like it was caving in as she breathed in and out. Again, she leaned against the mirror in the position she previously had taken and closed her eyes yet again.Her right hand was roughly sliding against and pushing into her right thigh. She was so excited. She moaned slightly as her hand kept rubbing against her thigh. “Mr. Greg…” she moaned. “I know what you can do and I still couldn’t stop you. That play is going to kill them.”“That’s the idea,” I agreed.Coach Adams debriefed Chip, Christian and me when the scrimmage was over. He was pleased with that play. The other two silent play changes hadn’t come up but Coach gave us permission to continue with them next week and during the bowl game.The coaches had us dress in coat and tie for dinner. The hotel put out a really nice Christmas Eve buffet for us. We enjoyed the food. About. I was shocked. As far as I know, she's never touched herself like this. We'd talked about it, and she said she was just never interested. But now she insisted on doing it while I watch!What could I do? I pulled my cock out and sat there, watching her, stroking myself.I noticed that she was only playing with the outside of her vagina, though. So I told her "baby... put a finger inside..." No..." she protested, weakly, her eyes half closed. Then she did anyway. She gasped and rubbed harder, her.