I may include other fetishes if they strike my fancy, and may not directly use each of the previously stated fetishes (which were mentioned earlier to...give you a general feel for what this story may offer). I have some other ideas, so if this story runs its course or never gets off the ground, I might try something else out. Also, it should be noted here that while I do enjoy happy and peaceful resolutions, this tale will most likely not have a "good" ending for the protagonist ("good" in terms. She never stopped rubbing my cock through my jeans, except in the brief instant in time it took to remove her arm from the sleeve of the dress. The nipples on the teaspoon size pieces of breast flesh were larger than you might expect considering her breasts were just forming and all but non-existent, and they were stiff and stood out like little pencil erasers. They had been that way most of the night, but had gotten stiffer while I rubbed her pussy and taught her to kiss. I bent forward and. By the time she is halfway through the sex scene her pants have been pulled down, enough to expose the top of her cunt and her fingers are gently massaging the exhibited fleshy flower. Watching the man’s cock slide into the woman’s folds, Tova lets out a throaty moan. She can’t hold out any longer. Faster and faster she goes, rubbing her clit with one hand and squeezing her breast with the other. The realities of why she is even in here quickly disappear as she brings herself to orgasm. She. Genius plan, father". He muttered and smiled acidly at his dull reflection.The skies rumbled in agreement.But he knew he was trapped here in this old BQ as certain as his father was similarly bound through a gallant but misguided oath to his dying former mistress. His recent move here to this BQ a month ago on his 25th birthday was to fulfill his deceased mother's request that he mend fences with his estranged father. A man he had only seen once since he got here. He appeared very sickly but.