I run my hand from your foot to your knee; you have such a smooth skin, I love it. You like my hand touching you. I am a bit embarrassed and worried b...cause I think everyone is watching. I am really hard. You keep smiling and leaning your head a bit sideways. Your earrings shine with the candle light, your red lips are matching your hair, your white skin seems to be reminding me about all the fucking we did the night before. Your dress is getting smaller and smaller in my mind, your hands are. She started sucking my dick as we stumbled into the car (looking back I am quite impressed we were able to do this without any break in action). After a couple of short slow strokes on my dick she began to deep throat it. It felt sooo good, but I didn't want that mouth anymore I wanted that wet pussy I felt on the dance floor. By this time my a****l instincts took over; I grabbed her black lacy panties and literally tore them off. I turned her around and bent her over, took my dick in hand and. I constantly looked around the room for Kelsey as I felt the need to monitor how she was holding up. She seemed to be doing quite well and floated between our friends and lent support to those that needed a hug or a pat on the back. She was so much like her mom, it was amazing. I marveled at how someone so young and small could be so strong.Once everyone had said their goodbyes, Kelsey and I were alone in our large home. After all the chatter of that day, the house was suddenly very silent. We. He whispered, "It is more comfortable in the back seat of the car." "OK" said Maggie. Amedi slipped out of the car, went round and helped Maggie out. He opened the back door of the car and she slipped into the back seat. Amedi got in behind her and pulled the door shut. But instead of sitting beside her, he moved between her legs and knelt on the floor facing her. Maggie leaned forward and they began kissing again, slipping their tongues into each other's mouth. Amedi slowly pushed Maggie back.