Several times, Kelly pulled me closer than was needed submissive male for the submissive male dance.
She made sure here firm breasts collided submissive male with my chest submissive male, her hands occasionally made sure my ass was still in my jeans.
I didn’t hold back either.
I submissive male made sure I groped at her ass without making it obvious.
Kelly must have realized we were playing, no, teasing submissive male as she had a big smile on her face for the whole time we were on the dance floor.
After the band played submissive male out their set, we drank another round or two of Jim’s best liquor, then headed back to our canvas homes.
“You must join us for a nightcap,” Kelly insisted.
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“Yeah, come on Simon, after all that dancing with Kelly, you deserve a little ‘thank-you’” Jeff winked.
I nodded in acceptance and entered their tent.
We laid out on the sleeping bags submissive male sipping our drinks, almost submissive male whispering conversation submissive male.
Jeff had stripped out of his clothes down to his jockey shorts.
“Come on Simon, make yourself comfortable,” Jeff urged me to remove my clothing.
I joined in with their game as I pulled my t-shirt over my head, and then pulled off my jeans.
I never wore underwear, and as the objective was clear, I didn’t give it a second thought as Kelly let out a giggle submissive male when she saw my hairy balls and flaccid cock gain their freedom.
“Your turn,” I told Kelly.
She obliged by unclipping her bra, letting her heavy breasts drop free.
Then kneeling, she removed the leather submissive male shorts to expose a leather g-string.
“That’s more like it,” said Jeff as he threw his submissive male jockey shorts into the corner of the tent.
