He grabbed a handful of her hair and crushed her mouth with his, his tongue forcing its way in and invading her in every way that he could.Afterwards ...he had led her back up to her bedroom and cuffed her to her bed."I'm just going to clean myself up and then I'll be back to sort you out." He smiled tenderly at her as he stroked her hair away from her face.Alone in her room, Debbie curled up and wept.Five minutes she allowed herself, five minutes to fall to pieces and wallow in pain and misery.. "Does that feel good?" she asked.I nodded yes, and smiled. Carla smiled back and moved her hand slightly on my cock."Mmmm" I moaned, and ran my hand up to her tit. As Carla explored my hard-on, I explored her huge tits. Her nipples were already hard and aching, and I gently fanned my fingers across each one. I ran my fingers down her cleavage, to find the deep valley slicked with sweat."Do you like them?" she asked.I nodded and smiled again. "Can I see them?" I asked.Now it was Carla's turn to. Maurice was definitely in his 70s but tall and lean, well sun tanned, we got chatting over the fence and became quite friendly. After about five nights of the holiday my ex said to me that she found him quite attractive, a statement that aroused my interest immediately. To cut what would be a very long story a little shorter, I devised a game where I said she should check up on him every day or night for seven days, and give him a little treat each day to see how it progressed. She thought it. So that they could take a peek of my butt and know that I’m not wearing any panties. I walked back towards the van when Rajesh said, “Come sit in the middle.” So I did.Arya the driver talked about how empty the place is. I had my legs spread a bit. Then I noticed him trying to look between my crotch through the mirror. I lifted my legs and folded them and thought that he could see my soiled slit better now. And they all could see that from the window.Rajesh asked me why am I not wearing any.