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We went back to the pub and Ryan spent the next hour or so trying to think of more ways to expose me. The best that he came up with was for me to sit on the front edge of my chair and flash anyone who cared to look under the table. We did have a good fuck in the tent that night; and again in the morning before we packed-up to go home. Baby Courgettes One afternoon Ryan phoned me at work and asked me to join him and a few of his work colleagues at a pub near their workplace. I’d agreed before I remembered about the digital photo frame that he has on his desk at work. I was a bit nervous as I walked in but, thankfully, no one mentioned the photo frame. After about an hour another of Ryan’s colleagues joined us, apparently he’d had to go and do a bit of shopping for a meal that he was preparing later that evening. I’d had a few drinks before the conversation got round to me and of course the photo frame. I went bright red as they talked about what they’d seen. It got worse when someone asked if the story about the golf balls was true. If I hadn’t been on a bit of a sexual high and not had 3 or 4 drinks by then I would probably have died of shame. As amateur it was, I said, “Yes, that’s true; it’s shame that we haven’t got any here.” As I was saying that I really did hope that no one produced any. They didn’t but the man who’d arrived late bent over and pulled a bag of baby courgettes out of his shopping bag. “Fuck no!” I thought as my face went all red because I just knew what Ryan was going to say. He did and I had to sit on the front edge of my seat and lay back while each of his colleagues took it in turn to see how many they could push up my hole. Of course the number depended upon their size but the most that anyone got in was 4; and they wouldn’t stay in, much to the delight of my little audience. I had to sit on Ryan’s lap on the bus on the way how. Not because it as crowded, but because I needed to have the real thing inside me as quick as possible. Internet site One of Ryan’s colleagues decided that he was going to set-up a web site for women to anonymously get their tits and butts on the internet. He said that he’d call it something like tops-n-bottoms.com. As you can guess, I haven’t looked at it yet. When Ryan first Hardcore asked me to pose for some photos for the site I assumed that Ryan would be taking them and that they’d just be photos of my chest and butt when I was standing up. I quickly decided that because my face wouldn’t be shown then I’d do it. I got it wrong on the both counts. Firstly it was his colleague that came round to take the photos, and secondly I had to pose, with and without my jewellery and with and without things in my pussy and butt as I bent over with my legs spread wide. Jake (Ryan’s colleague) arrived unexpectedly one Sunday morning; well unexpectedly to me. Both Jenny and I were naked in the kitchen when Ryan answered the door and it didn’t take long for Jenny to ask to have her photos taken as well. Fortunately the weather was reasonable as Jake wanted to take the photos in the back garden. The session started with photos of our chests. indian Even though both our nipples were rock hard as soon as Jake arrived, both of us tweaked and rolled our nipples just before each set of photos. After that Jake asked to take extra photos of mine; at each stage of my jewellery bits going in. Ryan wanted to put them in and as soon as he started on one tit he asked Jake to put them in on the other tit. I have to admit that it felt good having 2 men manipulating my little tits. When it came to the bottoms photos, they were all from the back; but only the first ones were of us stood up (a few with legs closed then a lot more with our legs spread wide. After the stood up ones Jake asked us to bend 90 degrees at our waists then he took loads more. As soon as we were bent at the waist I realised that my pussy was all swollen and very wet (Jenny’s was as well). We are all to be numerically labelled according to the ranking of the card we each now hold, I am Number three. To indian look at her above table, you'd never guess what she was doing underneath it. Her eyes widened. At work the next day, I decided to take Sam's conditioning up a notch, with the object of nailing her on the weekend. The next girl was a redhead with long legs and six inch heels. The syringe had a 4inch long needle allowing her to push it in to the base of Linda's tit. “I thought that was you, silly.” "Oh my God, Mike. I had a distinct feeling that Clara and Monica would no longer be needing me to fulfill their sexual needs. "What can I say to David?" I had to sit (thankfully) there being careful to keep my legs together. There's an Amato's around the corner calling out to me. I haven't had an Italian Sandwich in twenty years, and I need one.” I told the girls. ‘Thanks. I didn't care if it was a fake dick or not long as it was her and no guy. “Is the vibrator in your cunt or your ass?” she asked defiantly. He amateur stroked his cock roughly, unable to contain himself much longer. Jill guided Jennifer over my cock and let her sink down, engulfing me in the warm wetness of her. Alexa wanted to marry each person individually, and tearfully professed to each one why she loved us. The door closed, the futa-nurse leaving us alone. She was amazed at what she had just said. The redhead pulls the guys shirt off and kisses him passionately. When she woke up again she was again in the now familiar kneeling position at the bed. I Hardcore knew where this was headed. That was when I saw Prince Meinard ride into view, coming around the house from the side. Let alone Chloe’s Grandma." She frowned playfully, with a grin on her lovely face.