Unwilling to test the theory and risk Chelsea, Kristen began doing as he had instructed. She began gathering her makeup as the stereo in her bedroom c...me to life. Country music playing, Kristen focused on her task. "Kristen, turn off the light and come out now," he commanded through the door upon which she leaned. Kristen moved as quickly as she could, flipping the light switch and pushing the door open. Her eyes, accustomed to the brightness of the bathroom, where. I aging squeezed her whole boobs she is hugging me. Her legs are on top of me…We again stud up and I just removed her nighty. We are whole naked …in birth suit. We again hugged and started to smooch. I just kissed her neck are give a love bite and then slowly came to her navel sucked there. My hands are roaming her back and slowly grabbed her ass and started to squeezed and sucking her navel same time. We aging fell on bedAm on top of her I started to squeeze her boobs like smashing a lemon to. Through bleary eyes he looked at the clock. Half past two in the morning, he's back at last. Probably blasted out of his tiny mind. He got up from the couch where he had fallen asleep some hours earlier and checked himself in the mirror. He had spent over an hour in the shower trying to scrub the feeling of Joe from his body. He hadn't really succeeded and whenever he thought of what had happened he could still feel Joe's hands cupping his breasts and playing with his nipples. He could not come. "Bet you cannot do that with four each," the really tall blond said. "Cough them up and we'll show you how country girls do it," I said as I looked up at him. His buddy went and got the shots. Setting them down, he threw down a $50 and said we couldn't do it. Looking at Staci, I had to laugh. Picking up the first one, we touched glasses and shot them. Picked up the next one, shot it back and went to the third. Holding the shot glass, we turned around, bumped ass, and downed it. Then the final.