Then they all left for their homes but as Susan walked along she was aware that several of the men from work were following her and as she got closer ...to her home they got closer and she could hear their rude comments. Her home was in a quiet street and they followed right to her door and as she opened it one rushed forward and stopped her closing the door. “You really shouldn’t have told on us Susan, we were only having a quick feel” he said grabbing her and feeling her tits. The house was all. ” She pushed Marks head away from her privates. “It's too sensitive.” She gasped. Mark stopped licking but maintained his position between the skinny legs.Mike downed the last of the champagne, feeling a head rush. He removed his Reyn Spooner surf shirt and stepped out of his shorts. His eight inch man meat was filling with blood. “My turn!” He thought as he approached the bed. He knelt near her head and rubbed his purple cock head around her lips.Trish turned her head towards him and opened. The third year was more of the same, and I put it down to me not understanding American teens, but more importantly that was also the year my crush developed. Not on her though, but on her mother. I'd seen Susan Stilton the previous year a few times walking around the house, but she seemed very busy all the time. The third year though she spent some time with her daughter by the pool and by god, she was stunning. Imagine a more mature and bodacious version of her daughter and you don't even. A second finger? This one is already taking all the space. I told them: “Please don’t, I promise, I have nothing to…” Before I could finished my sentence, a second finger was inserted in my ass, it was burning and the guy was actively moving inside. The second guy took a glove as well and put his hand on my pussy: “Nothing in the ass, maybe it’s here” He put one finger in my vagina, while his colleague still had his fingers in my ass. My skin started to hurt like if someone was trying to rip me.