I slowly kept moving on and on and was playing with her cleavage and she was moaning more and more. I started massaging her back and boobs from her t-...shirt. I had felt her whole body and she was wow all over. It was a now or never situation for me. I asked her if I could remove her t-shirt so that I could massage her better. She just turned around and looked at Shri and then at me. Shri just took a sip from his glass and raised it.She smiled at us and removed her t-shirt. And boy, those were. “Squirt in me. Squirt your goo in me! Oh squirt me, squirt me, goo me!” Well I certainly did squirt her, and with a lot of goo, all my dreams coming true. Later, when she finally found the wedge of watermelon in the igloo cooler, and bit into it, not noticing the flavor of the sleeping d**g, I tried to keep very close track of time in my head. Soon, Jenni lay her little blond head on my tummy and fell into a sound, d**g-induced sleep. I waited 120 seconds.“Jenni!” I called to her. “Jenni wake. I was dressing up in her smooth crochless panty and lacy camisole watching porn, feeling good wanking of in my sister stuff not even realising i was becoming in love with the girly smooth feeling of the lingeryafter a week of trying all of her stuff i felt slutty and came back home on a cool friday night of autumn puting on some blueue pale thong and matching bra wanking to cute girls being fucki coudnt get hard and too drunk to get hard , my little cock tuck away in the panty i walk out on my. I scream wordlessly, my thong exposed. “He’ll beat you up!” I yell, trying to kick out. He tugs my jeans down further, using his foot to shove them down far enough to tangle my legs up. He presses his weight into my back and strokes my pussy through my thong. I struggle against him, but my legs are trapped by my damn skinny jeans, leaving the white flesh of my thighs exposed. All I can do is yell as he presses on my pussy through the fabric of my underwear. He pulls my top up, trying to get it.