As I step over my cousin to get to my designated spot, I purposely splash her half-naked body with cold water droplets producing instant shrieks. In ...he same instance I feel hands groping at my soggy swim-shorts trying to pull them down! "And get this wet thing off !" she squeals, her determined fingers clamped into the waistband of my wet shorts. I struggle, automatically gripping at her wrists whilst at the same time trying to hang on to my modesty, but she's too strong for me and my shorts. "Normally I wouldn't mind sharing, but I really want some kind of connection with him while I sort out my feelings. Is that too selfish of me? Is that okay with you, Jake?" Biting her lower lip, Leslie didn't look much older than Sara Crews."I'm at your service, m'lady." Jake said with an embellished bow."Oh my, I think I'm going to like being 'serviced'." Leslie preceded Jake up the steps putting an extra sway into her hips. Jake grabbed her just below the waist, leaned over and bit her left. This small creature under the table even clean all the sperm. Finnaly this lovely coordinator invited me to the stage to get my reward. When I touched her, and watch her in the eyes, I saw something I could not explain to myself. She confused me soo much. I even forget to thank to my bussiness partner etc… while having a speach. When I return back to the table, I have a chance to see under the table, who was doing that hand jo band blow job on my cock… It was this small little girl from the. Her voice, the husky, purring quality of it that always sent hot tingles to Sylvia’s clit as she walked by her table. Sylvia imagined her bright blue eyes, still sparkling seductively, but framed by Sylvia’s thighs as she licked and licked and licked and Sylvia wrapped her fingers in her silver-blonde hair and– Those gorgeous tits, so full and heavy and round and Sylvia had never been a tit person, but she could just imagine herself burying her face in those tits and she had imagined exactly.