One licked her nipples and took her in her mouth. My wife moaned imperceptibly. So encouraged the men to strip down their bikini pants and my wife was...now completely naked. Twelve men's hands now entered their bodies, kneaded their tits and ass cheeks, and some fingers were also looking for her cunt and rosette. Long ago, the men had striped their swimming trunks and began to jerk off their semi-strong cocks. They bumped my wife on one of the big loungers, where she rivets herself and worked. Her bright eyes looked up at me as her cute face silently pleaded with me. I placed my hand on the back of her head and began to lightly fuck her face, stretching out her throat every time my cock filled it. I pulled out completely to let her breath for a moment and then pushed back in until her lips were once again stretched around my base and her nose was pressed into my crotch. I sat there for a while in a state of pure bliss as her throat contracted around my cock, massaging it and making. Did we buy fifty bucks worth of bullshit for the spirit bags?” Jennifer Smith was digging through a big bag of candies and assorted finger toys traditionally given in decorated bags from the Patriots Spirit Squad to the starting varsity football team on game day. “Yep. That’s what I thought. Fifty friggin’ dollars worth of shit. Why did I let you do that?”“Oh, calm down, Jen. We’re just gonna set the bar a little bit higher with these spirit bags. The team has made moves to get better, and we. From him she kept sensing something deep inside of him, a deep hidden feeling that oddly enough resembled love and affection. She felt it last night in his arms as he held her and warmed her. She felt it today as he spoiled her with decadence one day after her attempted escape. Blowing it off as just the sick mind of a psychopath, Angelique stretched out in the limo, pouring herself a drink as she turned on the television in an attempt to get her mind off of things. A little over an hour later,.