The furthest we had gone up to that point was long sessions of snogging, and what was then known as heavy petting. Susie had a very nice pair of breas...ts - she still has over forty years later - and I had got as far as undoing her bra underneath her jumper to have a good feel, but that was about as far as things went.Although Susie and I were certain, I still had to face her father, a prospect which terrified me. In those days it was still customary to ask one's future father-in-law for his. "It was ... weird." I did eleven, I think," Bridgette replied. "What was going on down there really didn't seem to be connected to what we were doing..." She eyed Bart as she said this."Maybe I made things too easy," Bart chuckled.Out in the main room, Gary was wandering around sipping coffee from a good-sized mug. He gravitated to the trio and asked, "So how was it?"Bridgette shook her head. Shannon mused, "I think I'm horrified."Gary shot Bart a warning glance, but waved genially at the. Her ass was tight and firm. She started to rock her hips fucking my lips with her pussy. I ate her deeper. I parted her cheeks and slipped the index finger on my left hand into her asshole. She gasped as she rocked hard on my face. "Oh god yes! Finger my ass. Put more than one finger in me," she begged. I happily obliged. I put another finger into her tight ass. I worked my fingers in and out of her ass while I ate her sweet pussy. Her ass began to relax around my fingers. Once my two fingers. “Where’s Eliza?” he spluttered, “Is she safe?”“What is it to you?” Jonathon interjected, “And why would you care? You’re not sweet on her, are you?” There was a derisive note in his voice as he took strength from his weapons and accomplices and the isolation we found ourselves in.“Your pa was worried, Jonathon; I had his leave,” Eric stuttered nervously, replying to my brother but eyeing the whole gang moving in on him warily.The suggestion that Eric might be a suitor, a competitor, seemed to.