I stepped up into the void they had created.There in the midst of the press were two very beautiful models, the male was a deep brown and the woman a...pale brunette, neither with a stitch on! She was sitting on a dainty chair, he sat on the floor nest to her, his head resting on his arms across her lap as he gazed up into her face. She was staring down at him. Both of them glistened with oils. Then he rose and stood beside her and she rested her hand on his hip and stared up into his face. . .yes...That's better Thaaaaank you, lover. Aaaah....get that tongue deeper, sweetheart...lick me good" Seriva was reduced to stroking the woman's hair with one hand, the other playing with her own, blue-shining breasts.Petric reached, running one of his large hands down the woman's gently curved spine, putting his flat hand on her ass, watching his own cock slide in and out of her soaked, dripping sex.Muffled moans, increasingly loud, were coming from the redhead and her sweat-shining body. For the first time in my life, I felt vulnerable like a girl. It was truly frightening.“Did I hurt you Robbie?” Johnny eventually panted.His voice was soft and concerned as he rolled off me, pulling his flaccid cock from my body then lying close by my side on the sand. I shook my head as I began to come to terms with what had happened. I still couldn’t speak; too confused to understand and afraid any words I might choose would be wrong.“Robbie? Are you okay?” he asked. Again all I could do was. Closing my eyes, I feel your fingers gently parting my legs while it lifts my skirt up around my hips all in one motion. Quickly your palm moves to start fondling roughly against the front of my panties. I moan and cry out as the lace is pulled and rubs my sensitive clit sending shivers through my body. At this point I realize again, it is my hand, not yours, but I have pushed myself too far. I hurry across the room pulling my skirt up higher on my hips and then falling across the bed on my.