Shaw was there. He saw the fight, about to rage.“Hey, hey! Stop, both of you, just stop!” He said, as he quickly ran between the two and stopped t...em with their palms directed at them both.Everyone around was looking at them. Shaw talked.“What got into both of you, huh? Is this how best friends behave!? Like little kids, fighting in the streets, while everyone else is watching!” He said loudly.Neither of the girls said a word but anger and shame were imminent in the eyes of both of them.Shaw. She felt quite cool inside to him to start off with, but soon the friction and passion raised her temperature to match his own. She writhed and squirmed while panting and moaning. Her body twitched while she reached climax after climax. She mouthed words that he could not understand, but took to be encouragement. The pace increased until he shot a load of his come into her mound. He dismounted and performed his duty in cleaning her off of his semen. It had not been the most satisfying human. The cut of the dress left the side of my breasts visible and my entire back naked down to the crack of my ass. The design of the dress did not permit a bra, thus the point of my nipples were vaguely visible through the fabric. The hem, being six inches above the knee, gave the illusion of being slightly more conservative, but there was a long slit along the right side that ended level with my kitty. I had bought a size 0 model, smaller than my usual size 2, so the dress was skin tight, with the. Sexuality is so different for men, compared to women, and it always amazesme that those divergences can mesh and combine in such explosive and powerfulways to create a beautiful and living thing. Annette drank in the soft lighting,the mellow sounds of the rain, and the bright coloring of my Painter's studio.I saw her face flush and her breath quicken and I knew I had chosen well. My Painter took her by the hand and led her through the private collectionon an impromptu tour, explaining each.