Jane has told Bruce I wouldn't mind and infact encouraged her to pull men but he said he didn't want me there unfortunately. I run home and when I wal...ed through the door Jane's shoes and dress were at the bottom of the staircase. Her thong was outside our bedroom door and when I walked in she was lying in bed naked with a wicked grin on her face. 2 empty champagne glasses along with an empty bottle was by the side of the bed. I stripped as quickly as I could. She laid on her back and spread. Her little bum looked so hot in that skirt thought Carla. Carla and Sara sat down on the sofa chit chatting, with Carla wondering what Sara really had on her mind. Saras micro mini skirt was hiked up again, showing her beautiful legs. Carla could feel herself becoming aroused just from the sight of Saras thighs. Carla felt uneasy, Sara was so young. At thirteen she was just a girl really. Sara moved suddenly, causing her skirt to ride up more, her pink panties coming into full view again.. I want to suckle but know now is not the time.Slowly I work Mommy's panties up her thighs, savoring every moment, every texture, her smell, the perfume, my hot breath on her mons, my breath like dew on her skin.I cover her most private treasure with the translucent wisp of panty as my trembling fingers guide the panties up her hips. I release the panties, and allow my fingers to trace her perfect derriere, but not daring to squeeze, still on my knees, drinking in the sight of her beauty now. I tell him yes, just go on. Soon he is inside, not to his full length but still deep. He rests there for a moment and again asks for reassurance. If this is meant to torment me, it is succeeding. I can't wait any longer and I tell him so. He begins to withdraw until, I suppose with the tip of his penis at the very opening, he plunges swiftly and firmly into me. The rhythm begins to build. Monique's attention to my breasts is subtle and clever, complementing the rising excitement between my.