Anna began to ride up-n-down on his cock and they were both moaning. I delighted in capturing the ecstatic looks on their faces on camera, and even mo...e, delighted that they seemed to be just enjoying each other, and the moment, so much so that it was if I wasn’t in the room.I, on the other hand, was only too aware of the privilege of watching this encounter and my body was responding appropriately. My nipples seemed to ache, they were so hard, and my panties were by now, completely soaked, and. Why she fretted now, she had no idea. The professor’s protégé came from the Highlands, days far from the nearest big city. He grew up in a bucolic place, hence his interest in botany due to his close contact with an agricultural life. Unlike Trent, who was London born and bred, the McDougal heir showed no enthusiasm for nightlife. Otherwise he would have been swayed years earlier when being away from his family was a novelty. She should trust someone who had been a constant student for several. I tried not to step on any feet and soon I reached the end of the backwall – there was nowhere else to go! A row of visitors leaned lazily against the wall, dark bodies with sparely illuminated faces. I didn't want to dance right now and decided therefore to stay in that corner. But even then it was simply impossible not to be touched or to touch anybody in this anonymous mass and repeatedly I found myself leaning against the body behind me. Wasn't it exciting to be alone in this big crowd,. .. and I just couldn't find it in my heart to refuse. You know that we were best mates when we were at school together. How could I refuse to go with her on her Hen Night? It was good fun actually, I didn't find it upsetting at all." Well, providing that it's only her Hen Night, Sally."Ah well ... you see, Jeff ... Um, that's why I'm calling you so late really. We had a great time this evening and I ... er sort-of agreed to..." Jesus Sal, you haven't said you'd be her maid of honour, have you?.