Reaching to the hem of her shirt, she ripped it up to her neck, dragging her bikini top along with it. And proudly thrusting her big bare tits at me, ...he called again, "If you can catch me, you can have me."I glanced at Dayna and Brandi, with whom I'd been casually chatting for a good chunk of this hike. Dropping the backpack I'd been lugging onto the ground, I offered an apologetic, "Sorry, ladies." And then setting my jaw, I took off up the trail at a dead sprint. Amber may have me beat in. It wold have been good too, my uncut six inches had been growing steadily since his first feel of her proud tits, and I could feel some sweet precum, under my foreskin.He had been cut, which allowed a shiny, large cock head to form in a perfectly shaped probe, just as enticingly engineered as the most exciting , battery fuelled fuck toy.So no, it wasn't the torrent of cum that started to fill her gaping vagnia, with the rest being shot into her hungry mouth, the sweet, sticky juice dripping. They sat me down and did my makeup. Face powder, eye liner and bright red lipstick. Then I put on the maid uniform. “What, no knickers?” I asked. “No darling” said Sue “you won’t need panties”. Becky got a pair of stay-up stockings and a pair of low heals, again probably worn by Ron at some stage. I looked at myself in the mirror. “Come and look at our maid” called out Becky. Ron came in and said I looked hot. The truth? I felt hot. The bulge in the front of the maid uniform proved it.We headed. Amy gasped and bit her lip to keep quiet. She glanced across, but the other woman still seemed unaware, sighing and softly moaning. Amy moved her fingers again, quivering at the feel of it. Her eyes slipped closed, and her imagination kicked into gear.In her mind, Amy looked down. She expected to see the hunky guy from before smiling up at her, but instead there was waves of inky black hair and a gently up-curved nose. The woman’s left hand gently pressed Amy’s inner thigh, easing it further.