The wife of one of the volunteers, buck naked like the rest of the crowd, was busy tonguing a single mother while the volunteer tried the young lady's...love tunnel. She was also playing with his scrotum. It didn't look like it would be long before he shot his load, and it didn't look like this ex-wife would be one kicked to the curb.The other wife was entertaining another female in a happy soixante-neuf. Yet another ex-wife who looked to be adapting fairly quickly to life in a polygamous. He looked at her and said, “No hands.”With her hands going to her sides, it was just her head bobbing back-and-forth on his cock as she was giving him a blow job. She must have been practicing because she was now deep throating him, meaning his cock went so far into her mouth, that it went down her throat. It amazed him that she could leave it there. He took over and started fucking her mouth like it was a pussy. He was ready to come, so he held her head in place as she engulfed his cock, and. I looked from her hand to the bottle to her face, then back to her hand. I grabbed at the bottle and pulled more than I intended. My face screwed into a grimace and Ginny laughed at me. I joined her.We carried on our conversation from the dormitory, riddled with our teen angst, unhappiness, and expectancy. Ginny’s hand hadn’t left my knee but, almost imperceptibly, moved a bit further up my thigh. She was very subtle, as I hadn’t noticed until I caught a glimpse of the fair, lightly freckled. But everyone knew of his strict policy against teenage pregnancies and it had been broken. He had ensured the story had been spread around the school that Molly’s father had recently come into money, and decided it would be in her best interests to attend a private school some 20 miles away. To his amazement, nobody had questioned his account.His frustration had turned into a pounding headache that concentrated on the throbbing vein on his right temple. He massaged it gently.Ever since the.