And don't even get me started on the itching! I had commandeered Mom's yardstick for the purpose of scratching the incessant itch but it only went dow... so far. Even worse, I couldn't reach down far enough with anything to get under the cast for the itchies at my foot.It was a typical mid-July day in Southwestern Pennsylvania: 91 degrees by 10 a.m. and humidity so thick you could practically soak it out of the air with a sponge. My attitude didn't help— like I said, I had started the day. Terrible possibilities crossed his mind about what might have happened. And almost instantly, he felt guilty for leaving the condoms at home in the first place. Was he to blame for whatever had gone on? Meanwhile, Amy stood in front of the mirror once more. She wiped the last tear from her cheek before slipping her jeans off, throwing them to the floor at the side of the room. She glanced across at her body in the mirror as she stood in her underwear. Again a tear welled in her eye, before she. I watched as Pat began running her hand over Anh's thighs, feeling her smooth skin. My cock gave a little jerk and like a hawk, Jane lowered herself to my crotch. Her tongue snaked out and licked the tip of my cock, making it jump again. All of the girls giggled, Sue saying that it looked like I was ready for some more pussy. Jane then took my whole cock into her mouth in one gulp. She swallowed it like I enjoyed having Sue do so often. She rubbed my balls and sloppily sucked me into a raging. I was stunned. I’d never been confronted with a proposition like that.“Of course, Layla. I ……..” and then I hesitated.“Well,” Layla persisted.“Of course you can kick my balls. I really want you to kick my balls.”“I was hoping you’d say yes. I really want to kick your balls, too. I promise we’ll have fun together.”“Andrée,” Layla said, “Take Chris into the ballroom.” She emphasized the ball in “ballroom. “And get his balls and his cock ready for a good kicking.”Andrée was a tall blonde wearing a.