Now i wanted more sensations on my cock, and wandered round the loft space, dry humping the odd box here and bag there. Each item was making me wetter...and more daring. Next i gently pushed my cock into the hand holes of a large box, the fitting was tight and pushed my foreskin right back as i entered. It was amazing, and i must have simulated sex with that box for what seemed like ages, to the point i knew i was gonna cum so so soon. That's when i saw my next target. An old spider web. Now. "Angie, your style and technique are definitely familiar and comfortable, as they are the style and technique Tommy patiently taught us so well, but your touch is definitely much different. You have a woman's touch, and, for the first time, I understand exactly what Tommy experienced with you. And to think I've wasted so many years not knowing the beauty of that touch. I find myself beaming from ear to ear, knowing you desire to share yourself with me. Though I know you questioned your. No question that we were going to do more, even if we had to go back to our tent. But then Mary whispered loudly: ‘Oh shit! I got to go,’ and giggled, adding: ‘Not like that.’ We all chuckled, and Pat said what most of us probably thought: ‘Good idea,’ and we agreed with um-hmms. ‘Oh, I didn’t want to break up the party. ‘No fear,’ Jean replied: ‘… I think it is just starting, better now than later.’ Oh, good,’ Mary replied with giggle as she started to get up. Jean snickered softly as she. He looked up at me then pushed himself up and looked down between them, reached down and hitched the hem of her dress up. I noticed that she'd shaved herself, something I'd asked her to do many times but she always refused preferring to keep her pubic hair neatly trimmed. That's obviously what he meant when he said 'smooth'. He was still pushing, working to get the whole length of his dick into her. Chris was tensing again, her face contorting with pain, "All the way" she mumbled again, it was.