I heard the keys to the jail and my heart jumped knowing paul had come to get me but when the officer came in and asked me to strip down i refused to ...o such a thing he told me once more but with more authority this time again i refused the the officer walked up to me and ripped the top of my shirt and told me i would strip one way or the other i was so scared that i agreed to strip off my clothes and did just that but when he tried to bend me over for a cavity search i had had enough and told. She watches me suck my lucky finger like a lolly, wishing it was her pussy I was sucking. Smiling, she flicks her hips and leaves me with a wet shirt cuff and a boner that just wouldn’t go down.Being ignored, board and feeling a little used, I gave my best wishes and left. All through the drive home I could smell Joanna’s scent drifting off my shirt and hands, re-stiffing my boner with every breath. I made a call and after a quick shower I was jumping into bed with my latest girlfriend. We. "Alan and Sarah laid down their towels in the preferred place, and at five to eleven they both walked back up to the top of the wooden staircase, where Sarah refastened it after he had started back to the cottage. After undress­ing, and unable to reach all of her back, she applied plenty of sunblock to her front before lying back to enjoy the heat on her skin.Just after Alan re-entered the cottage by the back door, Ken arrived at the front. Alan was wearing shorts and a T-shirt, while Ellen had. Alf had carefully ***********ed the guys although I think Bronwyn had a hand in the ***********ion. They were grabbing both Bronwyn and Ruth and fondling and groping them. The women, in turn, were groping them. Soon we were all back in the lounge in a scene that looked like a roman orgy. Alf spoke up “ok guys you can fuck the hostesses but don’t unload inside them. Keep it safe”. Everyone saw this as a declaration to fuck and so it started. I zeroed in on Bronwyn but I had to wait my turn as.