It felt distinctly erotic. “Look to the right, please, Mr.” Just then I had tried to slightly reposition myself to gain some room for my throbbing...erect cock, which was squeezed tightly inside my jeans and as I did so, my hand brushed Milena’s leg. She didn’t move, so my brain, drained of reasonable thought by arousal, told me to touch her leg again. My heart pounded with excitement as I made my move. I found my fingers touching the top band of her stockings. I knew that she was either going to. You’re crashing at mine again tonight. Got a surprise for you,” Said Mike. “Hurry up and get your ass over here.”“Ok will do, give me 15 minutes.” I answered. I was so excited at the prospect of being with Liz again.When I arrived at Mike’s house, Liz was in the kitchen having a cup of tea and chatting with the local vicar and a school teacher friend of hers from the textiles club. Although Liz never went to church or showed any religious interests, the vicar took a shine to her, thinking she. She noticed that Beth was stroking her own crotch. Beth was imagining this conservative lawyer’s housemate’s eyes closed, as she deeply inhaled her smelly tights, probably with her panties still inside, while she slept or was at the office. But what really stirred Beth’s lust was the image of Geraldine on the saddle, in her cycling shorts, her arse packed into the tight shiny stretch. Beth could imagine Geraldine secretly smiling under her helmet. Beth tentatively leaned forward and placed a. One of the prongs started to grow and bent itself over the edge of the pot, the head of it pushing softly against her dripping wet slit. Expecting pain from the thorns and ready to scream Ellie was surprised to find the thorns weren’t sharp but just bumps on the surface of the prong. It pushed itself deeper inside her hot cunt and started to expand inside her and push harder. Ellie’s eyes rolled with pleasure and she groaned.“Better” Isla smiled looking over at the audience.As Ellie watched.