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On to the Finish LineSoon, I felt the coolness of her finger tips touch the tip of my penis, just as I had asked her to do. Susan’s fingers were cool and wet — I felt them begin to slide down over my glans — so gentle, so loving, just the way Linda used to do it. A shiver ran through my body. She paused before starting to simulate the in and out motion I was already fantasizing. Her finger tips worked their magic on the rim. She knew she was already having an effect on him, realizing it was going to easier than she thought, and he may not be as gay as she thought. David looked down at her hand on his thigh, sweat beginning to form on his forehead from nervousness. "May... maybe I should go," he stammered out, wondering what she was doing. "But you just got here," Stacy said with a smile. She glanced down at his crotch, noticing his dick running down his shorts, and feeling her pussy beginning to moisten. She looked. I knew there would be noescape when he gave the whip to Robert and said you are the taller, you whipthe breasts and Andrew can whip them where the numbers were. Guessing some ofthe strands would go between our legs I said, ? If we were cut on our labia wewill hurt so much when we are entered we will not perform at our best when yourboys are inside us?. ?You will have to take that chance or have more paininflicted if you don't do it properly? was all he said.I knew itwas useless to beg any more.
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