I expected her to start drying herself, leaving me partially wet, and forced to watch. Instead Violet decided to make a game of it, taking the blanket...firmly in her hands, she decided that she would dry me. She started with my head, making sure it was thoroughly dried, before working her way south. She took her time trailing down my chest, though it seemed that her free hand moved across my chest more than the blanket. The touch of her hand felt amazing, and it began creating a familiar. He presses his body up against mine breathing heavily against my neck.“After everything we’ve done, I can’t believe you’re still shy.”His voice is husky, and the feeling of his breath against my cheek and neck starts my heart racing. It’s funny how in mere seconds, he can switch like that, going from being my sweet funny best friend to a smoking hot sexy guy that I’ll never be able to resist.He presses my legs apart with his knee and I let him. He clasps me tight against him with one arm,. The sweet smell of the bales of hay filled my nose. The hay was stacked along both sides of its length, top to bottom and against the outside walls, with small spaces between each row of hay to allow for drying of the fresh hay. I squeezed between one of the rows of hay and discovered an empty void, with bales of hay arranged as if for seating and towards the open area below, hay was stacked with windows that overlooked the area. I sat and saw it certainly gave you a clear view of the stalls. "I want to see you shoot off." He was running his hands over my buns and back, which seemed a bit odd to me, but it felt good, so I just went with the flow. I did my best to fuck Lori slowly, but couldn't help going faster and faster as her fingers traced patterns all over my chest, sides and back. Her tight pussy was juicy, wet and squeezing hard. As she was reaching a very noisy climax, George reached down between us and wrapped his hand around my balls and the base of my shaft. It was too.