He broke his gaze from her eyes and began to survey her body. With the back of his hand he grazed her breast, and then the other. Her nipples began to...stretch against the gown, awaken by his touch and the fear of the unknown. She gasped and drew a deep breath. This made him smile even more.“The ceremony of today isn’t complete,” he said in a hushed tone. His arm loosened from around her waist, his hand free to brush against her backside. He rested his hand on her buttocks and then squeezed. My head was racing. My heart was racing! I have to get a divorce! I can't believe this! What is going on! As I started pissing. I looked over and saw that 7 of the 8 shot glasses on the tray were now full.I tried to think clearly. Well she hasn't cheated on me really has she? Ok so maybe she did do the shot, but it's not like she kissed Carl. No! Wait. It's worse that kissing Carl I think. I think I'd rather she kissed him than drank a shot glass of his fucking cum! My head was spinning. I was. , but fortunately all we had to do was run around the indoor track a few times. I needed that shower. I'd have preferred it to be ice cold to cool me off, but some of the girls like it as hot as they can get it. That made for a lot of steam, which was good because my fingers spent a lot of time 'cleaning' between my legs. I don't think anyone heard my moans and gasps because there was a lot of talking and shower noises. But a bit of the tension I'd had since my Claiborne session was certainly. Sie sah über die Schulter zu mir während mein Schwanz sich ihrer nassen Muschi und ihrem gefingerten Arsch näherte. "Sei vorsichtig Mister.", sagte sie, mir fest in die Augen sehend. Ich drückte meinen Schwanz hinunter, unter sie. Er rieb in ihren Schamhaaren und ich ließ meine Hände auf ihre Hüften fallen."Ok, sieh in die Kamera Mama... und mach ein Gesicht als wärst du eine richtige Schlampe... als würdest du es lieben diesen jungen Schwanz in deiner Fotze zu haben." Oh, das ist aber eine.