My friend arrives and I’m lying naked in front of the fireplace with my back turned away from him. He cannot keep his eyes off my alluring skin whi...h is glistening in the light of the fire. He licks his lips because his mouth is dry, then gasps as his heat skips a beat, his cock beginning to stir. He mutters under his breath, “Oh god, she is more beautiful than her picture!” He cannot wait to touch me and hurries over to the bed to undress so he can join me.The sound of him undressing alerts. .he lovessleeping in here. But I'll explain more about that another time. Brockhas a very sensitive side to him even though you've tried hard to makehim tough like you.....or like you USED to be, CupCake! I'm not the onlyone in the family who has hated the way you've treated us. Let's just saythat you and me aren't the only ones who have worn this sweet frillynightie. Andrew looked so very cute in it.......as has someone else!" Shethen winked at me, lightly carressed my tender nipples with one. Visitations were typically a game of resistance and surrender, a carefully choreographed dance between the extremes of pleasure and dread. She woman moved her hips forward and hitched up her legs, positioning her heels on the edge of the chair and allowing her legs to spread. ‘Is this what you want?’ she asked icily as she presented him her most private parts. Damian advanced a tentative finger, splitting the labia. ‘Feel good does it, fingering a whore?’ Whore? With rising anger, Damian. Denise spread her luscious ass and pussy over my face and I was in heaven. I had already been smelling Katie's pussy from across the room which had a somewhat gamey odor (not that I ever mentioned that to Kevin). As Denise's pussy hovered over my face I started to smell the sweetest fragrance issue from her folds. It was musky with a hint of sweat and utterly intoxicating. At this point, I started articulating my passion so that Kevin and Katie might see Denise in a new, sexier light. I.