Ze kroop in mijn arm en ging lekker tegen mij aan liggen, ik voelde haar tepel door het satijn van haar nachthemd en soms op die momenten is je lichaa... het niet eens met je geest. Het bloed stroomde waar het gaan kon.En zonder enige bewuste gedachte ging er een rilling door mijn heen, ze merkte het niet. Na een paar minuten en een verwoede poging draait ze zich om en valt in slaap. Daar lig je dan...... plotseling zo geil dat je er bijna nietr van kunt slapen. Na gevoelsmatig een goed uur. We carried thegear to the end of the jetty and I helped Frieda on with hers, then put my ownon. The wreck was in fairly shallow water, so I figured we wouldn’t needwetsuits. I was wearing a probably ten year old pair of trunks with a fadedHawaiian print, and she was wearing a light pink bikini, the bottoms cut highon the sides to show off her narrow hips and slight ripple of muscles on herstomach, the top giving a slight pushup effect, showing a nice bit of cleavage.Implants? I figured so. Just. And he slid slowly to his knees in front of the girl, his face in her panties. We all watched in complete astonishment as the man fell onto his back andscreamed as he clutched his ruined manhood in a futile attempt to alleviatethe crippling pain that immobilised, indeed paralysed him in both body andspirit. He writhed on the canvas moaning and pleading "Help me, oh help me- she's kneed me in the bollocks!" The girl just stood there laughing andpointing his plight out to the cameras. Then,. No ... Michael ..."The boy effortlessly applied pressure to move her head closer until her lips actually brushed against the smooth surface of his glans. Beth felt like a trapped a****l with her head caught vice-like in his hand. Her own hand was still wrapped around his cock but now, instead of stroking him, she used it to try and push the throbbing organ away from her mouth."N-not yet, Michael. ... This isn't right. ... Please!"The boy ignored her whimpering protests as he placed his free.