His clothes felt harsher against his skin as it softened, and the male bodyhair that covered it faded away. His pants seemed looser, much looser atthe...waist, but tighter around his widening hips. He felt something on hischest rubbing against his shirt, pushing it away from his body.Max's face looked softer, younger. His beard was gone. His eyebrowsthinned to narrow lines. His nose became smaller, more pug. His lips werefuller. His brown eyes changed to green, then on to dark blue. Hisslightly. In one of our chats, I brought up a littlesemi-fetish that I have. I find it a bit hard to explain, because everyoneseems to blow it off as either me just being weird or no big deal. I?mfascinated by a sort of power exchange, to use a BDSM term. Specifically, I'minterested in the idea of someone else being in control of when/where/how oftenI orgasm. I know it does sound kind of silly andnothing that bizarre, but let me ask you a couple things: Does the idea ofbeing denied orgasm for. Dad’s grip on her waist was intense, and she just rode the whole thing out. Dad’s orgasm lasted probably fifteen to twenty seconds before he started to slow down. Shelly had settled back down on his hips, and was doing that little wiggle thing again. She was grinding herself slowly. She seemed to be trying to milk out the last few jolts out of the old man. His moans were letting us both know that he was really enjoying this. Then, Shelly just kind of sat still. I think at this. C has been giving good tips" I told herShe said nothing as she continued to suck me.Then she grabbed her tits and put my cock between them and started to fuck her tits by herself. She just watched my facial expressions and she knew she was doing a good job. I didn't have to tell her. C then came over, removed her shirt and bra and sat next to me. I grabbed one of her tits and started to suck and bite the nipple. She moaned lightly."Can I watch you fuck her?" P asked me, catching both of us off.