Marina makes more: Fishy ones. To match the white wine and coming part two.Marina: "Thanks Stella Maris, I now dare to take my turn! Not now. You are ...uch a turn-on to us all!"Prof. Peter: "Stella and Saskia, you had the cheese crackers with my seed. Marina last drops at me?"----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Stella starts second cunning confession: "I more or less move in at him. He's hot. I keep my head facing the front of the bus making sure nobody turns around to see me. Slim, cool hands slide up to the growing bulge in my jeans and she squeezes my length. I thrust my hips into her hand and she takes this as a signal to rub. Long, hard strokes make my thick cock stand to attention and push at the zip as if begging for an escape. My eyes roll back into my head as she slips beneath the fabric and wraps her hand around my throbbing dick. I have to bite my lip to stop a moan. Thia seemed oblivious to the show he’d been watching as well as the men looking at her exposed breasts. She seemed to be thinking only of the game, and she had close to twelve hundred dollars in chips when Lilly announced the slave contests would start in fifteen minutes.He whispered in her ear, “Maybe you should stop. We want to have some chips to bet on the contest, and if we leave now we can get good seats for the show.”Thia stood, picking up the chips in front of her. The smile she gave him. She laid back on the coach with her legs wide open.- Damn that was hot. Brittney you’re the best woman I ever fucked. Somebody’s gotta clean this mess. I heard it’s Chris turn to clean the house (he laughed).- Omg I hope he didn’t hear us.- Nah. I bet he’s in his room dreaming about his imaginary girlfriend.- It seems like I need another shower. You may want to join me this time.- Sure I do Brittney.I ran away into my room hoping that they didn’t hear or see me. I was still hard as a rock. I.