The mention of John brought a twinge to Abby's pierced nipples. She had met John just over 10 years ago - at the President's Ball. She had agreed ahea... of time to the bondage and pain that followed, because she had been attracted to the man and because she was young and reckless and wanted to try it.They had gone to the cabin in the mountains and she had gotten her golden rings. But there had been no spark, no chemistry, between them and, handsome and sexy as he was, Abby would not marry. He looked dazzling. The corset had pulled in hiswaist, but his hips still gave him girlish curves. The swelling of hisample stuffed bust completed his hour glass figure. Now there was justhis face to do.He picked up the photo and looked closely at Kitty's face. Again herhair was jet black, but this time it was in a tall 60s beehive, with atop pony tail which swept down on one side, and settled on her breast.She wore a large red flower in the side of the beehive, and her makeupwas very dramatic.. Torrents of hot liquid filled her pussy. The intensityof the orgasm increased. Over and over her pussy detonated with a pleasure beyondher wildest imagination. In the midst of her ecstasy shefelt something hot running down the inside of both ofher thighs and knew it was Mozart’s doggy cum but didn’tcare; there was only the moment, the feeling.***Samantha woke up as the front door to the house slammedshut. Panicked, she looked to the side and saw that thedoor to her room was still. I am trying not to moan, and at the same time I want to be heard. I'm grabbing my blouse and practically ripping the first 3 buttons off, moving my free hand to play with my breast. Now I'm slipping my hand into my bra and squeezing my hard nipple between my fingers. My hand under my skirt and in my panties is moving faster in my cunt, making a slapping sound against my outer folds, swimming freely in my arousal. I roll my head back and out of the corner of my eye I see someone standing at my.