It would have been disheartening if it was not for the daily praise they received from the people. The simple people of their pueblo and from the vill...ges and towns surrounding them in their mountain home. This was all they needed. Recognition from the rich and the powerful was nice if you wanted to be rich and powerful, too. They didn't. They wanted to be known for their work. And they were. By those who truly counted.So they spent their lives producing works of art and smaller, less. She added a small twist to her wrist at the top of their shafts so that the palms of her soft hands slid across their tips before sliding back down to their bases, twisting her wrists again before sliding back up their lengths.“You should really take better care of your wands,” Emma said with a disapproving tone in her voice as she rubbed her fists around the two fans’ cock-heads. “And also bunnies,” she added as their pricks exploded in her talented hands, shooting their thick loads across. You begin to move under me and I climb off you as you turn over onto your back, your breasts jiggling beautifully inside your T-shirt. But you do not wake. Instead, you move your hands slowly over your covered belly and down to your thighs. Your hands move back up your body, under your top, arching your back slightly, trying to free your shirt. I take the hem of the fabric in my hands and ease it up over your breasts. Your hands follow the shirt, caressing your belly and chest as you are. In the middle of the patio, Nancy was feeling Dave’s large cock slowly stroking smoothly into her warm interior for the first time in months due to her pregnancy and the recovery from the birth. Sheri Seaton sat on her facing moaning from the tongue-lashing she was receiving.This was a series of firsts for Sheri: first threesome, first time enjoying sex with another woman – she was truly enjoying what was happening to her cunt, first time with a guy who was more than one year older than she.