His meat was hot to the touch; the cool air only made him more horny. He heard Sandy groan from deep within her belly. He sensed that she was on the...verge of cumming. Hal stroked his shaft, holding his fingers tightly around the base and more loosely around the head. "Oh yeah, Oh Yeah, OH Yeah OHHHH YEAHHH!" Sandy shouted, then she was silent. Hal stroked a little harder and a little faster. He hoped that it wasn't all over. He kept stroking through the silent moments, because he could. Because of my height, the towel came to just below my sex but it offered some degree of cover-up. I grabbed another towel and started drying my hair. “Okay, Sandy. What’s on your little oversexed mind?” She sat down on a bench next to me, putting one leg up on the bench so that she could make a big production out of drying between her toes while in effect giving me a gynecological view of her closely shaven pussy. “You and Ron doing it yet,” she asked in a matter-of-fact voice. “Sandy! That is. Besides, how is she to escape if she can’t hear or see anything beyond what is presented to her.“Good, I suggest you hydrate well and use the toilet while you’re up, it will be another twelve hours before you get another chance.”Sandra takes her fill of water before wobbling her way to the toilet, the forced perspective of the camera making her a bit dizzy. When she gets to the toilet she stops, how does she relieve herself with this contraption between her legs? As if reading her mind, the. (He doesn’t know that I’ve been lusting afterTom’s sweet buns for years.I turn my head and look at Rose. She’s smiling! Sheknows how I feel. We all start babbling about sex,strawberry oil, birth control… Suddenly, I realizethat a few minutes have passed since the phone call.“David, you better put your pants on to answer thedoor. He only lives across the street.” No sooner thanspoken, when the doorbell chimes.“Fuck it,” he says as he’s.