“Is that what you wanted…to be my dirty little cum slut? To break all the rules?” He mused, while I sucked his fingers dry, my eyes never leavin... his. “Yes” I admitted with a mischievous grin. “Right now I only want to live by your rules.” “You’re following them nicely. Did you come hard?” “Mmm… yes.” I could feel my pussy slick with juices, and I was still flushed from my orgasm. “Good. Because I can’t wait to taste you.” He stood, pulling me up off the floor with him, his hands clasping the. That's when everyone (except Ricky) started talking about the outfitsLynn had found, and things he needed to know when wearing a dress. All ofa sudden there was one question from Lynn that Ricky didn't think aboutyet.What are you going to do with Ricky's hair? But they brushed that offfor a while as the conversation when on to other things.Rick's mom asked if Lynn had a pair Mary Jane's that might fit Ricky towear with the outfit. Plus maybe you have a really old pair that we canspray-paint. Keith also noted rather quietly to himself the cute little landing strip of pubic hair she had between her legs. This landing strip ended atop a clit that seemed to stick out somewhat like Gemma’s one did - not quite as much though but it was still out there all the same for all the world to see as were the inner pussy lips further down. Those inner pussy lips hung out from her outer pussy lips and splayed out across that soft flesh in as care free a fashion as was possible.“So, what is it you. When I entered my eighteenth year of age, Pankaj had come with his parents to visit us. He was handsome and had a good body, so I had no reason to refuse when his consent to the proposal was received. Four months later I was married to him. Since he lived in the same city, I was not going to miss my own family much. He loved me and was very liberal in attitude. He used to get gifts for me quite often and I was happy with him. Yogesh was only in my subconscious mind now. How could I forget a.