Entering just a little bit. Slowly. A gentle, insistent thrusting, then relaxation of the pressure, but no withdrawal. A little deeper with every push... Opening. Filling. Wanting. Mounting. Whispers of how good you are, how wonderful your gift, how perfectly you open your body. Soon you are filled and my body presses against your pussy. Still, I don't withdraw at all, only push and release. Every thrust now is precious friction. Yet your mounting is hardly over, for there are still other ways I. I kissed my way toward her center, savoring the sight and the smell of her pussy, aroused and engorged. It was puffy, like her nipples, and so deeply pink that it almost looked like she had a rash if I hadn’t been aware of how turned on she’d been and how wet she was. I stroked the backs of her thighs with my hands as I settled down to study her sex from only an inch away.She was looking down at me from between her splayed thighs, curious and a little embarrassed at how exposed she was in the. "We are all going to have to work. We are all going to have to do our parts and I mainly want to make sure that there is a harmony and a purpose. I don't want to set up my own little tin dictatorship and I don't care what we can all agree to. We could do this by committee or by democracy ... But I feel like Silver and I have put years of sweat blood and tears into all this so we could invite you all as guests here, safely within our walls." He sighed, noting that the eyebrows had gone down and. Since it was getting cooler and we were getting hotter, we headed back to my room and had a quick glass of brandy. Reslie used the shower first, and I went in to give her another towel. I could see her outline behind the glass partition. I teased her and said I would join her. She protested, at first, but then I slid the partition back and looked. “You look so beautiful and sexy, Reslie. I’ll come in and give you a soapy massage.” She had her back to me but turned her head a bit to meet.