Of course the other girls saw what Larraine was doing and so it sort of became a competition as to who could show John the most. John noticed that th... other girls were showing more and in a bolder way than they had in the past. In fact one day he was sure one of the girls was wearing crotch less panties and he spent a longer time staring trying to figure it out.Larraine had seen the exchange between John and the other girl and could not figure out what made him look so hard but decided to up. She watched from the far end of the room as the rest of the cast and crew drank and caroused, or split into small, intimate groups, bragging about past conquests and future plans. Kristen pulled her arm around herself more tightly. She excused the action by telling herself that she was cold, which might have been only a slight exaggeration. Not for the first time, she regretted having chosen her gown before she had discovered the production company was throwing its celebration in an Alaskan. She was getting more and more aroused, and let her fingers wander down and gently cares her pubic mound. She was so wet it was unbelievable. She slid one finger between her moist swollen lips and slowly caressed he swollen clitoris. She was lost in the moment when a cough startled her into consciousness. A yard away was stood a tall swarthy looking farm hand, his shirt open to the waist his muscular chest was gleaming with sweat. He wiped his forehead with a red bandana, placed it in. Kurt, he couldn’t explain how he was feeling just now. He felt sad but didn’t know why. It didn’t make sense. He wanted Damien so bad, that’s why he was feeling like this. He knew he could never ever have him like he wanted him. But for now, there was just the two of them naked in the changing rooms and their cocks were rock solid and it was good. No, it was fucking awesome.Just hearing Damien say those words.“Come on, mate. You can have me.”Damien let him do whatever he wanted.Kurt touched and.