” She opened her shirt to reveal her breasts. “Tommy, what are these?” she asked. “Your breasts?” I tentatively answered. “Correct!” she...said. She flipped her shirt closed and buttoned up, depriving me of the view. Again she cupped my balls in her hand. “What do we have here?” she asked. “My balls?” I again tentatively answered. “Wrong!” she said, turning the gentle hefting into a powerful squeeze. It started to hurt. “These are MY balls!” Shelly corrected. Shelly taught me to be a good. "On impulse the saleslady boldly comes behind the unknowing blonde, cups the blondes firm breasts through the silk lingerie, and squeezes them lovingly. Martha gets Ellen to turn her head so she can kiss the blonde while massaging the breasts and squeezing the erect nipples softly. Ellen became impetuous in the given situation as the blonde turns into the saleslady, wrapping her arms around Martha as lust fills her young body. Ellen's nipples were aching as Martha stepped closer to her and. I appreciated her small butt, narrow with indents in her buttocks as they flexed, and felt the urge to caress them. Arousal stirred.Rachael’s personality changed as well. She was still a bright, energetic, and out-going girl, but when I’d grab her, pull her into a hug, and she understood I wanted a kiss, Rachael would soften. Her smile would show shy pleasure, and then our lips would touch, her head would tilt, her eyes close, and we’d flirt with our tongues; little touches of intimacy. I loved. I look in the merrow, holey shit what a slut, one eye is glued shut with cum, white crusty cum around my mouth cum in my hair, my neck and tits are covered in bite marks and covered in the old man’s cum, I have dried and running cum on my legs, pussy and ass. I start thinking what am I going to tell Gerry, whats he going to do, will he hate me, will he devorce me what have I done. I go find my clothes stepping over passed out drunk men. I can’t find my pantys I put on my top and skirt on. I.