The tallest of the men, with the broadest shoulders, a narrow waist, strong looking legs, and muscular arms put a hand on my thigh. "So what about it,...whitey, you got all the black cock you want tonight?" he asked.Lowering the bottle from my lips and licking them, I smiled at him. "No," I said."Alright," said the guy to my left, putting his hand on my other thigh, then fondling my package. "He's hard guys. Guess he does want more." Yes, I do," I said.An arm d****d over my shoulder, mouth. Though in my opinion are by far better, i kept my hand on her leg what felt like ages and she said would it not be quicker to go to yours and ring the AA i said yes it prob would so i headed on the m1 to my house, god my skirt wont go down Carla shouted i laffed and said its a pain when that happens aint it, she grabed my hand once again and said see its the sissy bet and right enough one of her clasps had come undone, but my hand was so far up her inner leg it was unreal, my mind started to. “Come here,” she softly demanded when seeing me. “Because I want ask you something else.” Hearing the instruction I took a couple of steps before standing directly in front of her. “What is it,” I asked rather stupidly looking down, and as I stared I suddenly noticed that the front of her loosely fitting gown appeared to have fallen slightly open thus allowing me to marvel at the way her breasts were partially visible although not to be classed as pornographic. “D’yer remember saying that. The whole house was made out of chunky logs, the rugs on the floor were hand woven, and there was a big fur on the floor in front of the fireplace. I couldn’t tell what animal it had belonged to, but you told me that it was a bear. We took our bags into the bedroom and unpacked them, putting underwear and socks in the drawers of a small cabinet, and then we tucked the bags away under the bed. Your sweater was damp, so you went to start a fire in the fireplace. I took the plastic bag I had.