Tara made do with the lifeless feet that were sticking out from under Jenny, rubbing one against her face and letting the other rest between her legs....It was reassuring to know I wasn't the only one in the room with a foot-fetish, and my fiancee's bronzed size-five feet looked delicious as the toes, painted black as ever, moved in and out of Tara's mouth.It was hard to know where to look, and Clara had to squeeze my testicles to get my attention.“I hope you are ready for the main course!” She. Both of them got off from on top of me. I figured it was time for me to take control. I grabbed my girlfriend and bent her over the couch. I held her waist as I rubbed the head of my hard dick over her slit, and she was already soaked. I pushed myself inside her and took her hard as the women all turned on each other. All of them kissed, licked, rubbed and groped each other, as well as Jen, while I fucked her. It didn’t take long before my girlfriend’s body tensed up, and she cried out as she. She understood the mechanics well enough, but not the feelings that were whispered about among the girls.Apparently, boys, or men, wanted sex all the time - according to Grandfather. But she was supposed to wait for it until she fell in love and got married. It was a funny thing. Grandfather wouldn't say anything more about who boys had sex with or where or when, but he was very vocal that she wait no matter what.Leanna sighed and thought, 'Wait for what? For who?' She didn't have a clue. And. We then planned and decided to meet again on the same night at around 11(since everybody in the village will go to sleep at around 9:30 to 10). She told her husband was also drinking in the room and he was out.We met at the same place, she was covered in a woolen jacket and was waiting with a half bottle, glasses, a large steel tumbler with water and a cover with snacks which she brought with the help of a carry bag. We started drinking; guys please forget the entire preface to the story as I.