The attendant sat perched on a fence, calling people forward in groups of 6 and handing them the heavy black hoods to cover their heads. As they got c...oser to the head of the queue, the atmosphere seemed to change, even Neil became more subdued as he was handed his hood.The air felt cooler here as well and Gemma shivered as the attendant looked directly at her as he explained the rules."I am the executioner," he whispered in a husky voice, his voice quiet enough that they had to press closer. .”There was still a bit more clearing of the throat and another small cough before the man could resume.“ ... of ... of Troy and Carrie Pearson - our singing twins.”At that point one of the older boys at the back piped up with, “What do you mean ‘some of us’ - we’re not jolly blind! We ALL noticed their absence. It just wasn’t the same with them not up there with Jessie. I mean - we all know Jessie is by far the best singer of the lot of us but those twins are pretty red hot themselves and they. I can’t resist any longer. I know you really want it, too.?I turned Wendy onto her tummy. She flopped over like a ragdoll. Then I pulled one of the pillows under her hips to raise her perfect little tush into the air. Lying there in her ruined dress, roses crushed into her hair and between her pretty toes, she looked irresistibly violated. With my hands planted on either side of her shoulders, I slid effortlessly up to my balls inside her sopping wet pussy on the very first stroke. Immediately,. Do they feel like mine, have the same heft I feel when I pleasure myself, feel the same soft skin, tight areolas and firm nipples. I want to know what it’s like to press my face into them, rub myself against them. Will you moan like I do when mine are groped like that? How sensitive are you? Will you cum if I play you hard enough? I want to kiss my way down your front, between your breasts, over your stomach. What does your flesh there feel like? Smooth, hairless, softer I guess, than most.