" Do you really have to?" Sandra asked, almost begging."Yes, I'm sorry, but I have to!"Melinda and Janet could feel their nerves raging throughout the...ir bodies. Even when they should have known better, they were still hoping that they would only get stripped from their outer garments and could maybe keep their underwear on.Brenda also noticed something that she wasn't happy about. Melinda and Janet seemed to get uncomfortable about what would happen to them, this was a good thing. However, she. “Is everything okay, Chris?” I wasgenuinely worried, and would help any way I could. She seemed to needan incentive to begin talking, and if I didn’t speak up, perhaps shewouldn’t even begin. After a huge intake of breath she asked, “Are you attractedto me?” Of course I was attracted to her – she was in many of myfantasies. I nodded, unsure of what exactly she meant. “I have aproposal for you…” She paused, and I saw one of. He had blond pubic hair to match his head. It was cut like mine, and was as long as mine. He said my cock looked good. Then he said he wanted to trade wanks. I wasn't sure what he meant. "I'll jerk on you; you pull on me." "Oh, I've never done that, but..." He reached over and grasped me. Now nobody had ever touched my cock since my mother had given me a bath as a young c***d.... "Would you try to jerk me," he asked. I said I didn't know what I was doing, but I'd try. I reached. It wasn’t long before he pulled his cream covered cock out of her pussy and milked his balls all over her ass. He stepped away, and I moved in to take this picture. I didn’t notice at the time but when I looked at this photo I could see that he didn’t pull out quite fast enough. When he was done he sat in a chair with a cocky look of triumph on his face. She was heaving in the same position. Her legs were shaking slightly as she remained on her toes. I felt a sense of regret and panic quickly.