Maybe she was only kidding. I decided to let her dress me up and then I would keep her here all night and have sex. At five sharp she walked in the do...r. She walked over and hung up her garment bag and said, "Look what I got for you."Opening up the bag, she took out the prettiest little white dress with little flowers all over it. It was the picture of innocence. It was cut in a short flared skirt and looked like it was made of the silkiest material. Just the mere thought of wearing such a. I can hear her lips smack and tack and squelch as I almost absent mildly tease her, a huge menacing grin on my face. “Ooohhh please!” She begs. If she wants it that much why hasn’t she just grabbed it and popped it inside her I wonder. Perhaps she knows that wont let her, maybe she knows that deep down I want to have her just as much as she wants me inside her, perhaps even more. Maybe she knows that if she tries anything I will stop her and make the torture last even longer!I keep rubbing, her. “I could never, ever inflict pain on your magnificent ass, never.“Instead, I am going to worship your ass until you orgasm for me,” he whispers as he sits on a stool behind me. He has his hands on my hips as licks and kisses my ass cheeks. Then, one arm between my legs as he teases my clit with a fingertip, then slides a fingertip along my vagina. He has a wonderful soft touch. “Awesome, fucking awesome,” he tells me as I clench and unclench my ass cheeks for him as he continues licking and. The inner lips were dark – a contrast to the veined white flesh of her flabby thighs. I reached forward and touched her lightly, the tip of my finger stroking the small amount of labia that protruded from her unexplored old minge.She whimpered – “No!” but it was no more than a token protest. She couldn’t even stand up unaided, never mind fight me (or, as she thought, Harry) off. I was severely tempted to ram my finger up her – end her 12 year drought then and there – but I wanted my.