They had to release their sexual tension somehow. There was silence again as the two continued to look, both were being natural, she a woman and he a ...an, she married and he single, she 40 something he 20 something. Where is Gordon Gordon being her husband, she timed her response to perfection. She opened her legs slightly letting him see her pussy which was only hidden behind the very small bikini shorts He is not here, he is away on business in London again a silence, the sexual tension. She released the hooks of her front closure bra holding the cups away from her breasts one at a time to loud cheers. She allowed her bra to drop to the ground as she shook her ass and slowly slid her panties down her hips and allowed them to fall to her feet. Kim stepped out of her panties and kicked them aside. The crowd was silent never had they seen such an exquisitely defined ass.Kim turned around throwing her hands in the air giving them a full frontal. She looked at the eager faces, most. Chrissie is no longer yours. She now belongs to us. Every square inch. Every molecule. Every thought in her head. Everything. It all belongs to us. You didn’t know before today, did you? But now you do. Do you still want to come and meet with us, the girls who own your daughter? We can make you our slave too. Our sex slave… A slave to our whims... Our hapless carnal fun. We could own you and shame you however we please. But there’ll be no turning back, and you’ll be our sex slave for ever.. 'Let me see your asshole Mariel, I want to see it pucker'. we were both lost in our visual stimulus, my seeing my wet knickers around his meat pole and his foreskin peeling back and teasing me with his purple head threatening to spurt like a volcano exploding, him seeing what a teen girl does to gratify her lusting, so hidden and banned by both culture and law, surely a big lose to men craving good sex.He got up onto his feet and his pants fell down to his ankles and he began the famous Penguin.