I looked down as she withdrew her hand. It felt good, she had soft hands plus I haven't talked to anyone since Amy and I split and she understood. She...knows me and she know Amy but there is something to sitting in front of and talking with a pretty woman that just warms things up. I was thinking crazy things in my head right now. I am hurt, lonely, and horny. I don't need to be in this state in this situation, I didn't need this aggravation. "We're kind of in the same boat", she said.I nodded. " She was quiet for a moment then said, "I know, you are my John and that guy down there in your pants is no longer a dick. He is now my Johnny. My little man who is going to give me more joy than either your mom or my mom could ever appreciate." Okay," I said, wondering why she had brought up our mothers. I knew my mother enjoyed my dick. I wondered if her mother could enjoy a dick. Thinking of all that pink she wore, I wondered if Brenda Martin's bedroom was pink. I asked, "Is your. ”Sarah saw the continuing contemptuous sneers from Michelle’s friends and blushed at the humiliation of being dismissed like that in front of them. How could she look at them ever again, she wondered, with them having seen her kiss her step-sister’s feet, be spanked by her and then rim her? Yet as much as she felt humiliated she also felt aroused by that humiliation and the desire to be used sexually again, and to be subjected to disciplinary control by her step-sister.Sarah bit her lip as she. He was beating it up like he wanted to catch a charge. Then all at once he stopped. “I want to taste you.” he said crouching down onto his knees. His tongue found my pussy quickly and he began lapping up the puddle of wet inside me with his warm tongue. I was trying to moan loud because it felt so good but I couldn’t get loud with the ball gag firmly in my mouth. He let the gag loose for a second. “you taste so good baby. You really need me, don’t you?” he asked. “Yes Sir.” I answered..