My hands touched lace and as I looked up I could see a slight flush on his cheeks.“Are you wearing what I hope you’re wearing?” I asked softly, ...ingering the light material of the panties he was wearing.“Yes,” he whispered back embarrassed and I quickly pressed myself against him before he could move. My fingers caressing the lace and satin of the delicate underwear he was wearing, and massaging his hip with my palm.“That is so fucking hot,” I stated softly, my body pressed against his and I. Hugs were exchanged all round but one particular tight on from the eldest of the two girls.we were always close but nothing had ever happend before.so while my father talked to my aunt and my uncle sundra suggested we go see the a****ls as she had to feed the horse's well as we walked up to the stables she drew close to me and said i have missed you we chatted as we walked but what really struck me was the way she was dressed,instead of her usual jeans and tshirt she wore a thin white dress the. My other buddy had sat down in the chair, content to watch. Apparently his stamina was not up to ours. I got behind my wife and just watched as her pussy slid effortlessly up and down his pole. I rubbed my wife’s back and pushed her forward a little. My buddy instinctively freed her breasts and began to suck hard on her erect nipples. I could see the come ooze slowly from her pussy along his cock to his balls. I reached out took a glob of come and rubbed it slowly onto my wife’s ass. She moaned. Suzi might’ve smelled OK, but I was going on day three in a box without a shower. I had to move forward. I just climbed over Suzi, grabbed Marin, who was squealing, with an arm around her waist and stepped off the bed. Andrea shrieked. She ducked back under the covers. She was wearing pajamas: full on, buttoned all the way, just short of attached feet, pajamas.Pat had more to be blushing about, and she was, right down into the tank top and bikini panties she had picked out. I smiled at her. She.