They sucked each water drop from me. My damp skin was cold and my balls drew up tight. They noticed and took turns touching my tiny sack and withholdi...ng their giggles. My dick grew. They knew one of their tiny bodies was going to have to take it. They were ready. The old lady had come though again. I had seen pictures on the internet but I had never used one. The girls scooted me to a mat under a hanging basket. I watched in fascination as one of the dolls willingly wedged herself into the net. If I wore that item for my next circuit I would find a thirditem to wear (this time in a discarded boots bag) on my final circuit,and if I wore that I would find a final item to take home with me.At 07:00 the next morning I was doing some stretches at the paddling poolon the Southampton common. I was wearing two t-shirts, a long one on theoutside and under that a shorter one that clearly allowed the bluepanties to be seen. As I stretched I looked around. Sunday morning. Itwas quiet. I could see. Then he flips me to missionary with my legs straight up against his chest. I'm not looking at him but horizontal to watch his ebony shaft disappear. I enjoy that part so much. My black man is the forbidden fruit which always tastes so much the sweeter. Not that I did not know he was going deep in me, I just enjoy watching his ebony shaft vanish. He is lifting my butt, telling me he wants my deep pussy. We've been trying that for a month now. No luck this morning, no cervix penetration.. Bella's attire wasdesigned to appeal to a 19-year old male. She figured that if shedidn't get a reaction, the boy was asexual or gay. She wore skin-tightblack pants, with calf-high black boots, and a leopard skin print silkshirt. It had the desired effect. She noticed Chris looking at herrepeatedly with a hunger in his eyes, a hunger she recognized all toowell. In the course of making dinner and clearing up, Bella madesure to touch Chris periodically, seemingly innocently, but knowing it.