“Strip.” She was in a foul mood. She had told me family was coming today. I had seen none. The amount of boxes in the garage told me she had no... gotten the unpacking done she had hoped for. I kicked off my sandals, took off my shirt and then dropped my shorts. Going over commando paid off. “Look at me.” I did. Mistress had dyed her dark hair red. Not bright red, but red. It was thick. Her makeup was thick too. Pale skin, elongated eye makeup…. Black lipstick. Her black tank top. “I don’t know what he’s doing, but it’s probably not a good idea to go inside,” Dale said.“It smells like he’s painting,” Betsy said.Dale pointed to a chair and said, “I’m sure he’ll be done in a few minutes. We might as well make ourselves comfortable. Would you like a beer?”“I’ll take a soda if there is one,” Betsy answered.Dale went over to an ice chest and rummaged around in it. He pulled out a drink and said, “It’s not diet.”“That’s fine,” Betsy said with a grin.She was sure that he. The sensation in her ass as she pushes inch after inch into her body has her involuntarily moaning into her pillow. As an incredible full feeling overtakes her ass her pussy’s throbbing need becomes apparent again. Grasping the dildo by the few inches remaining outside her body she slowly begins pulling it from her ass, feeling its huge length moving in her bowls till it slips out with a rush as her throbbing hole expels it. Retrieving the large flesh-coloured cock Bree licked its base and. He was in the room; the moon light was behind him and I had no difficulty to recognize his shadow. He was almost half way between my bed and the balcony door; totally naked, even more beautiful than I could remember and fully aroused, looking intently as my hand moved up and down on my length. I was stretched completely and as already said, my cock was definitely as huge as it could be in every direction; I mean length or width or any other direction. I could clearly see him walk to my bed and.