It opened her crotch to the probing tip of my cock. While it slid slowly into her slippery, oh-so-ready pussy, I watched Elizabeth’s lust-filled fac.... In this, for me, new side-on position, we could fuck more lovingly, more teasingly, more lasciviously than in the missionary one that she had so exclusively favoured.Raised on my elbow, I could now not only see her face and body but could freely touch her breasts and let my fingers play on her sweet clit. And, both of us could look down to watch. In mymind, the ridiculousness of this situation is heightened as he's quite afew years younger than me, not particularly well muscled, and not evenas tall as me in flats, let alone the 5" inch stiletto heels constantlyrequired of me.But while he's wearing a trendy button up shirt and simple slacks, I'mattired in a ridiculous ensemble that's more petticoats and ribbons thansatin dress material.I used to wear mostly black and detested over the top feminineaccoutrements- so of course Mistress. I draped myself against Carolyn's back, trapping beads of sweat between us. " Let's go to bedroom," I panted. My cheek rested against her spine until I pull my still hard cock from her soaked pussy. Carolyn listened as her breaths slowed. She laid on the bed, her legs are spread wide as I approached, my tongue flicking out to lick her nipples as I moved down, following her scent down to the patch of blonde hair between her thighs. I knelled between her legs, sliding my hands under her ass. ” Steve said. “I thought it is so unfair that Santa never gets a present after all his hard work; all people do is leave him with just a mince pie and a glass of sherry. I think Santa deserves so much more, don’t you?” “You….you….you mean you are giving me to Santa?” “Yes darling.” He answered as he turned to pour some champagne. “I wrote to him and asked him what he would like for Christmas and he wrote back and told me that what he really wanted for Christmas was to relax at the end of the.