When I slid my hand up his shaft, I found the head of his cock covered in pre-cum. He was soaking wet. I covered the palm of my hand in his juice and ...dragged his wetness down his shaft. Jack gave out a quiet groan as I slowly pumped his cock. I could feel tremors in Jack’s legs and knew he was close, so I slowed my hand down to keep him on the edge for a bit longer.I guess he was just too excited and couldn’t take it any longer. I felt his cock jerk and pulse after pulse as he spurted his hot. My cock screamed against my pants as I slowly eased my body against hers. Her perky breasts smashed against my chest and our faces came extremely close. I grinned and gazed longingly into her eyes. I slid my nose against hers and our hearts beat together. I put a single lip against hers and slid it off. After all, a kiss takes two lips and a sort of pucker, and if it’s not kissing, it isn’t against the rules. I touched my lips to her cheek near her mouth and again moved away. Over and over I. The photo was taken completely in innocence and was truly a “group” shot with him barely on the edge of the closely cropped print. The focal point of the shot was the bragging fool from Derry that often over-stated the actual circumstances of various confrontations. It was easily forgivable because that was a pattern of speech and story-telling that permeated all of Irish lore and accepted social norms.He had spotted the photo in a pile of research materials Molly brought home one weekend to. My eyes were full of tears as they all pushed me back and forth between them taunting and laughing at my hairy pussy. I got slapped on the ass, got my perky titties grabbed and pinched, and call every name in the book. Tony made me get on my hands and knees, and then he grabbed me by my hair and made me crawl around as he rode me like a horse, slapping my exposed hairy pussy and naked ass, and yelling out "Hee-yaa horsey! Hee-yaa little piggy!" I was feeling extremely humiliated and I was.