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But in order to open the remaining buttons, I now had to press my hand firmly against his bulge to release the pressure on each button. As I did so, with each button that was released, his bulge seemed to inflate, growing harder as I went on, until finally, it was fully inflated and released from the indian clinging wet prison of his blue designer shorts. Pulling carefully on each leg of his shorts, I slid them down his legs, inevitably dragging them over the painful red sores which I couldn’t yet see down his one leg. He yelled out in pain as I did so, but at the same time, he helped me by lifting his butt off the towel. As I finally pulled his shorts over his feet, he gave a sigh of relief and lay back. He lay there before me, legs slightly apart and arms by his sides on my beach towel, naked but for his nautical blue and white striped Diesel briefs. My cock was now oozing pre-cum into my own underwear but I was trying not to think about it. I had read once that, unlike jellyfish stings, you shouldn’t use fresh water on Man-o’-War stings; seawater was better. So I looked around, scratching my head for inspiration. Then I remembered. I grabbed my plastic sandwich-box from my bag and filled it with seawater, which I then used with a handkerchief to bathe his wounds. As I gently dabbed and bathed his sores, he softly groaned and sighed. “It got me teen down the back of my leg too,” he murmured, “and on the bum. It was trying to wrap itself around me, until I managed to pull it off me and get away.” He held up his other hand to show me the red sores where he had grabbed at its tentacles in cute the water. I bathed it and checked it was clear of barbs; then I kissed it. “You’d better roll over then,” I said, “so I can do that side too.” I gently rolled him over and saw where the welts ran round his midriff to the waist of his briefs; and then from below his briefs, all down the back of one leg. I fetched more seawater and continued bathing his sores. Meanwhile, the rounded cheeks of his butt kept drawing my attention. I paused. “You know what you’ve got to do,” he murmured, his face half buried in my towel. Somehow, he too knew how this always had to unfold. He lifted his butt slightly, as I gripped the sides of his briefs and then slid them down, carefully over the sores on his leg. I lifted his feet and removed them completely. There were red blotches across one of his hairless buttocks, which I dutifully bathed and then gently kissed before sitting back to admire his naked body, so perfect in proportions, so perfectly tanned apart from the soft pale skin around his bum where his briefs had been, almost shining like two soft moons, separated by a narrow cleft into which I had ventured once before. The memory of Scotland flooded back and the temptation was overwhelming; I kept telling myself it was wrong but I was too weak to resist him. Slipping my own shorts and now sticky underwear off, I lay down on him as gently as possible, my erect cock snuggly between his smooth and inviting buttock-cheeks. I slid my arms under his shoulders and stroked his hair, as he sighed softly and settled into our embrace. It was so easy at first, so simple and so smooth; as if we were meant to fit together like two missing pieces of a jig-saw. Clasped between his bum-cheeks, my organ seemed to slide effortlessly towards the awaiting gateway of his anus, which relaxed and welcomed my slippery eagerness with only the slightest of movements on my part. As I entered him, the warmth of his insides greeted me and that warmth seemed to envelope my whole body and my passion was aroused. A second hand and a second round of vodka found the women on the losing side. I put my arms around her middle and her chest pressed to mine as she wrapped her arms indian around my neck. “Good,” I purred. He paused for a moment and then began to massage her cute shoulder. Dakota surprised everyone in the car. Pushing herself up against the combined weight of Chico's and her own, Michelle lifted her ass higher into the air. For even the means for securing slaves had been provided to the guests. Yes, you little pervert. I did that??” she mused with a flush of pride. But I can see my milk is a teen potent aphrodisiac. You're seven and a half inches Shonda!" She should have broken up with me. She should have dumped my skank-ass the moment I begged Shelena to fuck me before the student body. “You gonna let me in, silly?” said the creature with a tiny voice.