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I noticed that she had her right hand up under Henry's shirt, and was actively feeling out and massaging his chest. And by the time that we all arrived at the La Quinta hotel parking lot, Henry's groping hand had worked its way up under the front part of Sally's dress. And at that point, even though I couldn't actually see Henry's hand anymore, it was easy for me to tell that he was busy fondling Sally's pussy, up under her dress. And as Sally continued French-kissing Henry passionately, she had her thighs spread apart, and was intentionally giving him full access to her pudendum. Of course, my dick quickly became fully-erect inside my pants while I was watching my wife and Henry in the rear-view mirror as I was driving. But unlike my earlier spontaneous erection under the cocktail table at the bar, this erection was a totally appropriate one, considering the situation. And so I wouldn't have been ashamed to actually let my wife or Henry see the bulge at the front of my pants. But ironically, that didn't really matter, because not only was my crotch amateur hidden from their view by the front seat of the car, but they weren't paying any attention to me anyway. I almost felt guilty when I finally parked the car in the hotel parking lot, and the two "love birds" in the back seat had to take a break from their romantic embraces, so that Sally could go check in at the front desk and get the room keys, while Henry and I--and our respective crotch-bulges--patiently waited outside in the car for her return, before we all made the long trek together up the noisy, metal, outdoor staircase to our second floor hotel room, where the "sex games" could finally continue. After the three of us entered the room, I turned around to secure the hotel room door with the dead bolt. And by the time I turned back around again, Sally had already managed to quickly pull her dress up over her head, and then take off her thigh-length, black fishnet stockings. Sally was now standing there, dressed only in her sexy-looking black-lace bra, and her white, cotton, little-girl-style panties (a.k.a. full-coverage women's briefs), that didn't compliment her bra at all. So her very plain-looking, white panties looked completely out-of-place. But then Sally didn't care. Because those were the only types of panties that she really liked teen to wear, and she had been wearing Big Boobs that same type of panties ever since she was a small girl. Besides, Sally later discovered that she was prone to yeast infections. And so, in her case, shiny sexy-looking panties made out of non-porous materials, like nylon and satin, were a definite no-no. And so were pantyhose. But, believe it or not, what struck me strangest about seeing my wife wearing only a bra and panties, wasn't the fact that the look of her panties didn't compliment her bra at all. Instead, it was the fact that Sally was even wearing a bra to begin with, because that was one article of clothing that--due to the small size of her breasts--she really had no need of. And so she seldom wore a bra. And I knew that orgasm the only reason why Sally had chosen to wear that black-lace bra (with those heavily-padded cups) that night at the bar was to make her breasts look much larger than they actually were. I also knew that Henry was just moments away from most likely being disappointed when Sally's bra was finally removed, and he discovered just how small her breasts really were. Meanwhile, Henry had already pulled his shirt up over his head too, so that he was now bare-chested. And he had also unbuttoned and unzipped his blue jeans, so that his underwear was now visible through the "V"-shaped opening at the front of his pants. I was the only one who still had all my clothes on. And I intended to keep it that way, at least for a little while longer. Suddenly there was a knock at the hotel room door, and a voice outside said, "Hey, Henry, it's me. Let me in, man." "Who the hell Brunette is that?" I asked Henry. "It's Rico. He's the guy I was with at the bar. Kevin watches as he pulls back sliding his cock Big Boobs out of Katie’s 14 year old pussy until just the tip is still insider her. Momo finally found an even spot in amateur the pile and curled up, trying to keep warm in the sun. She was shaking like a wet dog!" Clear rivers are rare in any part of the world. Her finger began to move in and out, mimicking the stabs of a fuck-thirsty cock, and she felt Shari move in response, her belly undulating, her cunt rippling up and down the length of the inserted finger. I see that they wore open Brunette teen leg shorts today too, are they expecting anything to happen?” Henry then said, “I don’t know. Jeff was eager to start the days training and opened the door to Deb's room. There were hundreds of people there. The students looked at the new teacher and wondered what was going on. Tilly slid one hand to her breast and the other to her crotch. complied with his request. My lust must have overcome my senses by now because I found it harder and harder to apologize as Aunt Sheen tightened her grip on my cock and began to jerk me. Eliza asked. “Mind what?” I nodded, feeling relieved. I was still wondering why she even told me this. He only nodded, but he had a huge grin on his face. In that same movement, he also pulverized the howitzer. She thrust her cock into me again, over and over and over, my legs fell weak, opening me wider to her need. Well at first they left her little brother with us and we mess around a little then the an hour later they returned and pick him up because they hadn’t been able find what they were looking for and they want to give us some time alone I was shocked and the look Christy face told me she didn’t know they were going do it.Once they had left we were all alone and a few week before one Christy friends had given her few condoms and with those now orgasm in play it was only very likely one of them would be used. “Good, I prefer fucking you when you’re responding anyway.” So, are you two gonna bang?” Kelly asked, chuckling, and she shook her head. Cassie laughed, and sincerely applauded her for her effort. Chris's gaze intensified—if that was possible—when he brushed his thumb across my cheekbone.