Once I was satisfied with my progress, I sat back down on the bed. Enjoying the lingerie rubbing against my soft skin as I rolled around on the sheets... My hips were rotating instinctively, pressing my bum onto the mattress and enjoying the sensation of the plug pressing softly against my prostate.A small drop of pre-come trickled out of my penis, making me moan softly. Carefully, I slid my finger down over the small hole at the front of the cage, collecting a small drop of come and licking it. However, I remove my tongue, and she soon feels my lips return to her smooth skin, now working up her stomach, pulling her shirt up as I go. She reaches down and starts running her fingers through my hair, slightly grazing her nails along my scalp. I smile for a moment before continuing my trail of kisses, now just below her breasts. She can feel my lips traveling up between them, and then slowly drifting over her right breast, until finally reaching her nipple. As Katie feels my warm tongue. . Your bottom is NOT big."She seemed so sad as she asked, "But Michael, why am I so ashamed about my - my bottom?"It made me feel so heartbroken to hear my sister so upset about her body, she is just so beautiful, and for some reason she just doesn't let herself believe what's true - that she is pretty, and her butt isn't big, it's seems perfect. "Please, don't even think that, you have a perfectly beautiful bottom." I worry about it, a lot. I can't help it..."She seemed so sad and I needed to. 2-3 months went by, stayed in contact with my ozzie friends (read my Thailand story) re-connected with some rugby buddies and started watching a few games on Saturdays-Sundays. At work, I started taking an interest in a nice women in accounts, her body was curvy, her tits were magnificent, heavy big tits and nipples to match, nice legs and arse, and after a couple of dinners after work. She let me play with them, burying my head into the firm but soft mounds of pleasure, sucking on her nipples.