All I knew was that I wanted to be on top of him. Which he did then pull me on top of him. He was strong, but with a soft touch. He ran his hands up a...d down my back. Then down to my hips and to my ass. He squeezed my ass, and then moved his hands down to my legs. Rubbing up and down with such a touch. I had never been touched so softly, but with roughness. He then got under my shirt and took it off for me. He went from kissing my lips, to my chin, to my neck. All I could feel were his lips. Her arms were tied above her head to the barrel of the tank's main gun while each of her knees had been tied to the remains of what had once been the tank's headlights, spreading her obscenely. She saw that she had been placed so that her vagina hung exposed at the angle made where the tank's sharply sloped armor reversed itself and ran down and back to join with the tank's undersides. Her cunt and asshole were, she realized fearfully, perfectly positioned to be penetrated by a man standing on. Showering me in her ecstatic fluid. What a show!Both teenage girls are sitting back on my thighs. They’re giving me a handjob now. It’s so beautiful! Four hands stroking my dick, my shaft, massaging my balls and my asshole. I’m in paradise! I’m leaning forward from time to time, sucking on their breasts. “Oh Nadine! Oh Angela!” We’re kissing again. “I’m close to cumming girls!” Angela and Nadine are going down on their knees. One hand stroking my dick, the other massaging my balls. They are. " I said. "Do you think I could learn to use the curling iron by myself?" "Well, that depends on how often 'Lisa' is going to visit." Mom replied. "If you keep coming for visits, you will have to learn to do most of your own hair care and how to dress yourself." Mom was smiling at me. I thought maybe 'Lisa' would be able to visit more than the three times promised at Christmas. I looked in the mirror, trying to imagine how I could do my own hair with the curling iron. I was kind of lost in.