. But,To give you an incite into my further writing to come about this is detailed below..... The next time I will be writing about how I had my mothe... on entry. I have my mother and it will be for sex on entry, my mother will go straight to the bedroom on entry, there will be no need to say anything apart from hello our bodies will do all the talking and the sex will be lusty horny and intense. As we play and fuck nobody will be watching, nobody will know that we have done before, and nobody. Satins and silks are utterly necessary, of course. The slipperysmoothness against the skin, the way my fingers glide over them, theconstant caress of frictionless fabric... these will be the rewards ofyour subservience, my dear. Ultra-feminine and completely sissy, theyshould form the basis of your outfits. Camisoles and French knickerswill make my Slut feel far more powder-puff if they're silk or satin.Just think how much better a bra would feel if it's satin cups were toslither across your. It arched up higher than his navel and its tightly stretched skin was laced with blood veins. The helmet-capped head was heavily ridged and spear shaped, a split tool of pleasurable penetration, and his globular scrotum was obviously filled and ready for action. His urethra a thick keel to his big cock.He shook it from side to side and took another shot as it continued to swell, the head turning purple.Billy knew, from talks with both his father and his fraternal grandfather that impressive. In her hand she held a ridingcrop that she was waving around attempting to look imposing. Striderturned and faced her.In the back of Andreas' mind words seemed to form. She didn't hear themphysically but in her mind. Jeanne spoke clearly to her."I am a horse, not a dog."Andrea approached Strider and used the crop to whack him on the ass. Itstung a little bit but faded quickly."I take it that's not what you're here for." Andrea smiled as she shovedthe entire riding crop into Strider's ass with.