Her grey skirt had bunched up about her waist and he could just see the bottom of her pink panties beneath it all. Better yet, he swore that it had a ...amp spot in the front. His excitement which had waned suddenly perked up. ‘Are you wet?’ Brad almost crowed when he touched the crotch of her panties to find them still wet from her playtime in the morning. ‘No,’ she sobbed, glad to hear her voice at last. ‘I’m pretty sure you are. See?’ He pressed in where her pussy lips parted and found more. Now I’m know his mom has absolutely no Calvin Klein panties so I cut the tag off... if she sees these panties and looks at the tag it’s game over. I pack them in my bag so Full of doubt but wanting to feel that dopamine rush once more time. I go over hang out. Excuse myself to the bathroom.. this is it. The moment that could ruin everything, ruin a relationship what the hell am I doing!?i put them in the drawer. Right at the back, under her own. I’m thinking it’s too obvious at the front, at. He moans, closes his eyes and bends his head backwards, his nostrils open.I lick more of it, now attaching my lips to the tip and sticking my tongue gently inside it. I touch him with my teeth – I have to be careful; they can be extremely sharp at points and I do not want this to interrupt his ascent. My teeth softly graze the tip from all sides, quicker and quicker, interspersed with my tongue wrapping around it.I slowly palm his shaft and start moving my hand back and forth, lift his cock up. Greg’s was now surrounded by five gorgeous, naked girls. Even if I say so myself, we were a hot bunch, Greg must have thought it was his birthday not mine. I rummaged through my duffle bag again as the girls, still preoccupied with Greg’s cock were giggling as they played with him. I pulled out five coloured rings and held them up. “OK round two is cock hoopla.” I said. “Ha ha! What’s that?” Said Gemma. I positioned Greg where I wanted him, with his back to the wall and handed one ring to each.