When I lifted my leg to slip into thestocking, the thong slid another inch. My panties, with their slowcrawl into my ass, were driving me wild. I coul...n't concentrate ongetting dressed so long as the strap was lazily working its way into mycrack. But I had to get on with it so I spread my legs, squatted andshimmied like a stripper. That did it. I gasped as the thong finallycame to rest, lodged deep between my cheeks.I was beginning to worry that I was taking too long and that my wifewould burst. ” Her voice was so serious—so mournful.“That’s a little primitive, isn’t it? I can only believe in what is natural.”“But magic is natural. In fact, all of nature is magic. Magic, like turning a plain piece of wood into a beautiful art object. You understand that kind of magic, don’t you?”“That’s just a craft, or an art,” Wayne argued half-heartedly. He knew how he felt about making things. She was right. It was like magic.“Magic, too, is just a craft or an art. Do you know what night tonight. You can believe me when I tell you, those thoughts made it possible for me to be okay. But those thoughts were way different than what I heard you saying you thought about me at the Blue Boar, way different believe me!“Oh, and lest I forget, after that day in 1981 when he visited to let me know I’d been dumped; well, I know longer had any more of those good thoughts; well, you can imagine,” I said.“Oh my, Julian, and honestly, I have to say, about that day at the Blue Boar; I am, was,. After withdrawing the strap on, Sarah turned Jasmine onto all fours and placed three soft hotel pillows under the young girls chest to help her support herself. Jasmine's ass was high in the air, her swollen pussy and already lubricated ass exposed and begging to be adored. Sarah took out the little butt plug. Neither women had used one before. The metal was smooth and felt cold against Jasmine’s ass. She felt Sarah apply pressure against her tight opening with it. Relaxing, she gasped as she.