Gemma moved closer and stroked my arm in reassurance, the softness of her touch made the hairs on my neck stand on end and a stirring in my pants. I s...ifted uncomfortably trying to hide the growing bulge in my pants. Gemma’s gaze shifted as I moved and she caught sight of the lump in my groin. She gave a sly smile and asked if I needed a hand? I felt my cheeks flush and turned away from her. She came up behind me hugging me for first time. I felt her firm breasts pressed against my back almost. Taking no chances this time, he slipped into his own infrared goggles and sped along to rendezvous with Charlie, taking care to not to splash through the stagnant puddles. * * * A variety of oaths crossed Charlie’s lips as she clambered down the narrow stairs. She was panicking, and she knew it, her heart beating a tarantella against her ribs as she tried not to slip or let the rifle bump against the grimy wall. Finally, she reached the bottom of the stairs and tried to calm herself as she. ” I meekly obliged getting as close as possible to my wife’s stretched hole with his phone and took a picture of the watch on his wrist touching her puffy lips.“You look like you need some relief as well,” Desi said as he carefully pulled his sticky hand out of her hole; leaving it stretched and red raw. “Get your kit off and you can get a blow-job while I fuck her.” “Are you sure?” I asked like a nervous schoolboy.“Fucking Hell man, look at the tart. She’d fuck a pony if I brought it in. ‘I just need to have a quick chat with Muriel and Orpington, but go on through and I will join you shortly.’I pushed open the door and found myself in what could have been just about any modern art gallery: polished oak floor, white walls, and enough LED track lighting for almost every eventuality.Covering two of the walls were what I first took to be small-format etchings – some monochrome, others with a dash or two of colour – but which, on closer inspection, turned.