Who was it ....Simon another of his friends..... the cleaner!! whoever it was she wished they would do or say something her pussy was sending waves ...through her she turned her head and said "whos there" she received a sharp smack across her ass so she obviously wasn't supposed to talk so she kept her mouth shut and waited.She felt someone trace lines lightly up the back of her leg her skin jumped and quivered she pushed her ass back to offer her self a muffled voice said " you are such a slut. Neither Brian nor Margaret wanted to go to the dance but in both cases their mothers had insisted. And that set the wreck in motion. The next stage was that some wit had laced the fruit punch with vodka, which meant that after a couple of glasses everyone was ... slightly less inhibited, and at this point Brian asked Margaret to dance. Brian, as I have said, was quite good looking and no one else had asked her, so Margaret was happy to accept. After a couple of dances Margaret was feeling a. It was the summer after my junior year in high school I had just turned 18, and my parents were taking me on a trip to see colleges in the southeast. We were staying at a very nice resort hotel near Atlanta, my parents had gone off to play a few rounds of golf. I was alone with my moody thoughts by the hotel pool.I had been a swimmer in high school-- not a great one, but good enough that my coach had told me to shave off all my body hair so I would have as little resistance as possible in the. The other men laughed, looked towards me (one of themeven winked!) and climbed onto the bed to either side ofmy wife’s shoulders. Almost gently, reverently, theypried my wife’s hands from her face and pulled them outstraight in a “T” formation and straddled her arms. Sheclosed her eyes tightly and pursed her lips and a smallfrustrated wail escaped her as she realized what wasgoing to begin, against her wishes.Each of the big black men grabbed a breast between theirhands,.