“Nice, no other shorts, just white panties.” “Miguel is going to like you.”“Who is Miguel? Who are you.” “I am his uncle and this is h...s godfather.”“Miguel is 21 and you are his birthday Pinata.” “You can’t do this. Let me GO.”Jenna was cut short as the gruff man kissed her hard, his body up against hers.The other man pressed up against her from behind as they both ground their hips into her.“Dam, WE would like to fuck you now but we will wait our turn at the party.”“They are going to like. As her little cries move up the scale, my fingers close on her nipple. The extra sensations of the nipple caress take her into the oceanic waves of climax. As wave after wave of internal storm winds wash over her, the storm outside cooperates with wind whipped rain slashing against the house. Her head sinks back onto my shoulder, her hair sticking to her damp forehead. She reaches up and back to caress my face. She turns in my arms and deeply kisses me, her sweet breath and contended smile. She couldn’t believe how wet she had gotten. ?What is wrong with me?? she thought. She pushed her finger against her clit and moaned, bending forward, pressing her head against the window. Brutus had stopped humping now but held on to the bitch, his cock buried deep in her. Shannon slid her finger up and down, pushing through the warm wetness and then rubbed around the top again. Then her legs shook, she crouched and moaned as her finger pushed her into an orgasm. She held. In the country they use to only look in the front windowand if it wasn't there they'd just normally walk on to the next store.The same thing happened with the clothing stores.About 30 minutes of this sort of shopping, had me bored. We stoppedoutside a women's fashion boutique and I decided to walk in instead oflooking at the outside. The others called me back but my refusal to leaveas I wonder around the racks meant that they all had to come in too.I quickly grabbed a skirt and top and held to.