I felt her press her chest against my back as she laid her free hand on my ass cheek.“Mmmmm,” she moaned from behind me. A second later, I felt th... sharp crack of her hand on my ass. I jumped, more in surprise than pain, and nearly dropped the stuff I was holding in the process.Before I could fall forward, she reached around and cupped my crotch to hold me steady.“Easy there, slave,” she said. She really seemed to have a “slave” fetish, I noted.I felt her lift the back of my shirt and run the. " Thanks," Nicole said.Nicole played it close to the vest when they arrived at the store. Shetried to give Sara weird looks when Sara found an outfit and modeled itfor him. She strutted "his" stuff when modeling boys clothes for her."People are going to talk about you two," a familiar voice said. It wasMeredith. She was there shopping for clothes and supplies with her mom,too.It made things a little more fun. The three critiqued clothes beforetaking the to the "mom squad" for their. Everybody how are you all doing among yourselves, huh? everyone kool? well I would hope that y'all, or you's are, or is however said be that of the person of I myself speaking some, or such correct, proper, standard English grammar being of the American dialect, or not, or be I myself speaking that being of 'the-king's-english', or a form, or fashion of eubonics as in street-slang, be at least feeling okay if not better yet to be possibly said alright, or best of all to be said feeling blessed. She rolled back and stood up. At her direction, I sat on the chair but slouched down so that I almost hung off of it. She turned around and held me between her cheeks, using her supple glutes to stroke me a few times. Then she did something none of my other women had ever tried. She stood over me, slightly bent at the waist. She held me with one hand and pulled one of her luscious cheeks away from the other. The tiny pucker of her anus was as pink as her nipples and she rubbed my crown against.