Fortunately, poor Roberta had no inkling of the dubious reviews since she was much more concerned with the horrible cast on her broken leg that made h...r look like a creation of Doctor Frankenstein.After a bit of practice, she was able to hit the target when attempting to take care of her normal bodily functions even though she looked obscenely comic with one leg hooked on the towel rack. She even mastered a technique for cleaning her backside without creating further injury to her body.Her "on. My tongue flicked out of its own accord and I took a lick up her open slit. Her hips jerked back and she slapped me lightly on top of the head. ‘Behave. You’re supposed to look but not touch, I’ll let you know when you can do that.’ She held onto my head and leaned back, rubbing the narrow stripe of hair on her mound against my nose. ‘I’ve always wanted to do this naked. Even with the g-sting on, I would get so turned on just thinking about being naked, some total stranger’s nose rubbing. For a really long time). She then stopped and collapsed beside me. For a moment, I thought she might be done. Perhaps if I had finished already, she would have been. But she was a giver, and there was no way she was going to send me home before giving me my orgasm. She looked over at me and said "Your turn." She then spread her legs wide open, and motioned for me to get back inside her. I happily obliged, and drove my dick back into that tight wet pussy one more time.With every thrust I could. ‘Does she know that you’re over here bothering me, instead of saying hello like a good son?’ The downside of looking up was that I noticed how he leered at me. Staring down the front of my nice new dress, a green and blue designer outfit I’d bought that very day on an afternoon trip out to Paris. The hypersonic had just gotten in an hour or so ago, and I couldn’t wait to show all my friends. But something in the way he stared made the whole thing feel tawdry. Look, I know I have a large chest,.