The men on the couch had drawn their seat nearer by this time so as not to miss a second of the action. They had grown strangely silent now, as the show began to get more serious and they became more and more excited by the spectacle of the wiry young lesbian contrasting with the luxurious beauty of their proud, young captive. The panting of their breaths was the main sound in the room . . . and occasionally one of them would tentatively fondle his own steadily rising prick.
Sandy had kept her eyes tightly closed and she did not know that Gina had undressed until she felt the touch of the girls tiny pointed breasts on her thighs. Gina pushed herself up between Sandy's legs and brushed her breasts against her tender inner legs by moving her body slowly from side to side. As she did so, she
