Please don’t try to force things.”“I’m sorry,” she said, a tear rolling down her cheek.When the song finished, we said goodbye to our friend... and headed out to the limo to go to Graeter’s.“Maybe we should just go home now,” Bethany said, another tear rolling down her cheek.“Bethany? What’s wrong?”“You. Me. Us. It’s my fault, Steve. It’s all my fault,” she said and started sobbing.I pulled her tight to me and told the driver to take us to Bethany’s house. I figured we’d get right in my car and. He waited a couple minutes for the pain to subside, kissing her forehead. Sam lying beside her, whispering "It only gets better, much better," through her own sympathetic cringe when the deed was done, continued softly caressing Grace's breasts with her hand.When Joe cautiously began moving his cock in and out an inch at a time, he watched Grace's face relax. "Ooh," she sighed, music to his ears. She lifted into his stroke, signifying her readiness. Sam returned to mouthing Grace's nipple as. She filled me until I was bloated from the warm water."Don't you spill a drop," she said as she told me to stand.I desperately struggled to keep everything inside of me as she pulled up my transparent plastic panties. Next, she took me over to the large mirror on the far wall and made me turn so that my butt faced the mirror. There were two long chains hanging from the ceiling that she attached to my wrist cuffs."Hold it as long as you can."I was standing on a tiled floor that sloped to a. Simone responded doing the same to her. Andrea's gentle hands cupped Simone's breasts and gently rubbed them in between playing with her erect nipples. "Oh yes," she repeated over and over. The only time they stopped was when Simone started to slide her hand under the pleated skirt. Simone looked puzzled by this action. "What's wrong?" she asked softly. "I don't want to disappoint you, but I am not one of those fortunate men that was gifted with a large cock. Mine is under six inches." "Do you.