This time she didn't cross her legs, but sat with her knees primly together.Adam looked at her, obviously taking in her stiffened nipples. Then he rea...hed for her again, gently kissing her, and running his hand up her thigh. His hand moved quickly this time, pushing the top of the skirt out of the way until he was caressing Joan from her knee all the way up her thigh to her panties.Jill heard her friend's gentle moans, and watched her shivering under his touch. Jill's eye's widened as Joan's. After 3 days my husband went to the airport to pick him up, dropped him at home and went off to work. I received him and after freshening up, we went to some local sightseeing to some zoo and beach areas etc. We returned home, and he immediately dozed off due to jetlag.I went to my bedroom for my masturbation session as I saw some good male torsos on the beach. I moaned a bit believing him to be in deep sleep. After the session, I went to his room to check on him and he was in deep sleep.After. When he punched to the end of her sheath, she cried out in pain. Seeing how this was hurting her, he began to do it rhythmically and methodically: in-and-out; in-and-out - over and over until she was screaming. As he fisted her, she wriggled her hips and ass as much as her bonds would permit. When he twisted it and punched it to the end of her hole, her struggles were something to see. When he pulled his fist out with a pop, it expanded her sphincter again and she yelped in pain. She felt. We were in the bathroom; the sun streaming through the window. He wassitting, naked but for a silk dressing-gown, on a chair in front of thewash-basin. His gown fell down, open, on either side and I was sittingastride him, on his lap, my legs sheathed in black stockings and mymother's highest heels. His hands rested on my stockinged thighs, atthe lacy junction of flesh and silk. My face was made up, with mascaraand dark green eye shadow, hot red lips, and a little blush on eachcheek. My hair.