It wasn’t just a mouth now but a face, the tongue wriggling around inside my love canal and the lips pressed to the entrance, trapping it there. The...nose was almost flat up against my tiny bud, moving slowly back and forth in an effort to coax it out of its hiding place. Eyelashes fluttered against my skin. I began to writhe uncontrollably as the face totally consumed my sex. Just as quickly as it struck, it pulled back. There was no more waiting with breathless anticipation, however, the hands. ’ ‘Interesting in thought maybe but scary in actuality,’ she said with a grin of her own. ‘Gravity sucks, if you happen to be female.’ ‘Not just for females,’ I said as I stood up. ‘My chest seems to like being around my waist as I get older.’ She reached out and patted my stomach. ‘Not bad for middle age,’ she said and then laughed. ‘You should see some of the guys that come into the bar. Not only do they waddle but if they fell down they would roll.’ ‘I’m not to that point yet but… I could. Satisfied, Abbi picked up the suspender-belt ['garter-belt'] and fastened it around my flanks. The belt was made in four panels, two side panels of delicate feather light nylon, with lace panels across the front and the back. Like the bra' the delicate nylon side panels caressed my flanks, whilst the slightly rougher lace panels abraded the upper slopes of my buttocks and my stomach. Kneeling now for a moment, she ushered me to lift each foot in turn to slide it into the rolled and gathered up. Looking through the viewfinder, his bound stepsister looked stunning. The late morning sunlight glistened off of her tanned skin. She had closed her eyes and she continued to grind herself onto the black phallus. There was an angelic look on her face as she began to moan and pant and Jeffery felt his erection aching to take her."That's it slave," Jeffery said, "You're a looking hot."Stephanie opened her blue eyes, smiling around the gag. The pleasure gusting through her was building as she.