I stuck out my butt slightly, as if to entice him to lotion it up, this seemed to be enough as I felt his rough hands lightly touch my ass cheeks. He...poured some lotion on my butt and started massaging lightly. Seeing no resistance, he started getting bolder. He started squeezing my ass cheeks, he seemed very excited; I certainly was. He poured some lotion on my crack, he split my cheeks apart and started rubbing the inner crevices. My pussy was so wet, I wanted him so bad. After what. The girls had noticed us staring at their tits and pussies and asses. They were both a couple of exhibitionist teases. Neither of them had worn their new bikinis in public. VHS camcorders had just come out. Steve bought one for taping our hunting adventures, so he said. The girls said they wanted him to tape them water skiing so they could see how their form looked. We went out dancing Friday night and planned on going skiing Saturday morning. We all got pretty drunk Friday night. Saturday. Wo zur Hölle hat diese Frau studiert? Wer hat ihr beigebracht, historisch gesehen unermesslich wertvolle Tempelanlagen mit Dynamit und Pistolen zu erforschen? In dieser Hinsicht ist sie schlimmer als Indiana Jones und das will eine Menge heißen. Aber wir müssen ihr auch attestieren, dass sie deutlich besser aussieht als Professor Jones (egal ob Senior oder Junior).Wie dem auch sei, kommen wir zu Punkt zwei: Diese Geschichte handelt NICHT von der Lara Croft des Reboots der Serie und wenn möglich. "I thought I should tell you first." So tell me," Brock said. "Tell me how it was you came to be in bed with a guy you barely know on Sunday morning." We were drinking," she told him. "And some other stuff." Drugs?" Brock asked with a note of incredulousness in his voice. "Jesus, Merie." And Joseph," she finished the joke she had shared with Brock more than once. This time there was no humor in her voice. "Yes, we did some other stuff – coke, mostly." Mostly?" Brock asked. "God damn it. I.