"Oh, umm. Petticoat Junction, I go to work there in about ten minutes. Ican show you where it is." Why thank you," her fingers caressed the black lace...choker I waswearing. "Pity you're not a kitten. But you'll find someone I'm sure."Dreamer, I'm sure it was a pet name, blushed deep red, proving how shyshe was. The woman seemed to dote on her every whim.As I lead them into the store the young girl squealed in delight as shesaw the huge assortment of lace and taffeta petticoats in every. She massaged her palms into my throbbing nipples.Delight shot down to my pussy.I exploded.My pussy convulsed on her girth. Hot spasms rippled through my flesh. I gasped, rolling my eyes back into my head as I bucked and groaned. I wiggled my hips, my pussy clenching down on her thrusting futa-dick. My sister pounded me hard as I came around her shaft.She gasped and groaned, my pussy massaging her girl-dick. Every thrust sent new waves of delight out of me. My fertile depths begged for her cum.. I love to share my most memorable experience with my loveliest looking female friend for a few years.I love to write about our love life and the day it took a turn we will remember for ever for clear reasons.I love to share some sexy dirty details about us with my dear readers for our mutual erotic excitement .I am with Stella in Spain to study. In vain we try to do our books and write papers to get our next grades.I am the one who proposes our role play for a few days in a hot hope to fresh. ”Pauline Manson licked her lips as she recalled the times she had taken misbehaving students – more female than male – across her knee and smacked their bottoms over their underwear with her small right hand and her weapon of choice - a small, round-headed, tan-coloured leather paddle that she had been given on her first day at Riverside Comp by the formidable Head Mistress, Mrs. Handley. She remembered how tall, slim eighteen-year-old Sixth Former, Lucy Cardwell had shown hardly any reaction.