"I have to," I repeated, also for the umpteenth time. "Otherwise Carl would be the only one there naked. Besides, what choice do I have? I haven't a t...ing to wear," I reminded her with a nervous laugh, trying to joke myself out of my near panic.I was all pink and clean from a good tubbing. My nipples were hard with excitement, and I could see my ribs moving with every anxious breath. My tummy was fluttering, though that was only on the inside.Daddy, of course, was downstairs watching TV and. She was laughing as she kicked out to rid herself of white panties which clung damply to her ankles. Gary saw his father reach down and pull the panties off her feet and fling them down. Wanda was as naked now as his father. Oh Jesus Christ! There wasn't a stitch on that naked writhing body, tanned except for pale patches over the breasts and a narrow white strip across her lower belly where the bikini had shielded her skin from the sun. Gary felt as though he were going to choke and retch and. She kept her cunt shaved, and "absentmindedly" spreading her legs so that a large group of boys could see every detail of her wet open slit made her incredibly horny, and had often gotten her into situations where she could satisfy her cocklust. Now, her naked pussy meant that she could hike up her skirt and ram three fingers into her soaking box, ramming them in and and and twisting them to stretch her tight cunt. Her hard nipples were clearly visible through her tight thin blouse; she went. That little indescribable hunger within her pelvis erupted, filling her body and, accompanied by repeated loud moans and panting, she felt her mind detonate in a cacophony of ecstatic colors.He let her rest, his ramrod within her, strong and hard, coated with slippery jism that dripped onto the sheet. His hand slid down and stroked inside her thigh as she regained her breath, only to lose it immediately in a grunting, moaning surge of delight when he touched another pleasure center. His fingers.