’‘Hey k**do,’ Patrick smiled, ‘that was no more than you deserved.’‘Thanks, but less of the ‘k**do’ !’ Pamela exclaimed, swiping a c...arrot through the cheese dip. ‘And don’t get too pleased with yourselves. I’ve seen all those random girls on your Facebook. I’m guessing you haven’t been quite so chivalrous with everyone. Especially you…’ She stabbed accusingly at Patrick with the carrot stick, before snapping off the end with her even, white teeth.‘Who, me?’ Patrick was all appalled. We were bummed, but Emma said to continue. And so we did.I was kind of disappointed and the excitement had left me.Martin shot second - quite a disappointing load with just a few drops of cum. He had the biggest penis though - 18cm, while the rest of us were 14 to 16 cm. And she liked watching him.Peter was third, two nice shoots and some flowing, halfway to Emma, which was still standing at about two and a half meters from us. With cocky breasts and hard nipples.I watched those nipples and. “No man has seen what lies under my clothing since my Joe died, much less touch me, so I am sorry if I am nervous and unhelpful, Joe used to like me to sit still like this as he undressed me, before he…” she realised what she was about to reveal and in confusion said, “please continue, but allow me to just sit here for you while doing my best to stay still.” He unbuttoned the sleeves at the cuffs, then the buttons, six small and pearly ones down the frilled front, each one revealing a little. When I stopped Kim tilted her head the other way. I repeated the process on her left, giving her other ear a French kiss.Kim spun around in the tight space between the counter and where I stood behind her. She put her arms around my neck and pulled me into a kiss. We French kissed, our tongues in a passionate duel with only winners emerging from the passionate combat. Our hips ground together, and I'm sure she could feel my hardness through my jeans.When we broke apart, Kim looked deep into my.