"I'm not your baby!" snarled Jill. "He fucked me. I remember that much, and that means I'm not your baby any more!" If you're not my baby any more, wh... are you planning on living with me?" Heather shot back."That's different. I mean I can't just ... I don't have anywhere to go. Oooooo I don't know WHAT to do!" moaned Jill."Well, you have two choices," said Heather. "You can go to college, and get a job, or get married, or whatever." Jill frowned at that. "Or, you can stay home with me and have. My arm draped over his chest. I sit and listen and feel him breath. I watch his eyes; I can see he is dreaming. His mouth is twitching and his eyes are in the deep sleep roll. He takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly. I slide slowly out of bed and make my way to the kitchen. I start a pot of coffee. I run my fingers through my hair. Oh my God I need a shower. I rush back to the bedroom and grab what I need. I don't want him seeing me like this. I hop into the shower and shave. Shaving is. Your ass is magnificent especially framed by your stockings and garter belt.”I love having my big ass worshipped by males and females, and the effect it usually has on them, always wonderful foreplay. I had never had a very pretty boy with a gorgeous female body in his mid-twenties, almost twenty-years younger than us wanting to worship my ass. My man and I had been looking forward to him doing it for our three-way sexual pleasure for two-weeks.Roger and I had a simultaneous intake of breath as. The amazement was always the same, i thought, and grinned to myself.Now that i was reassured that she was willing game, i gently placed a palm on her married, juicy ass. As soon as i did that, she looked into my eyes. It was my turn to wink, and i squeezed her ass softly. I started exploring her ass, feeling both the soft globes, and then gently squeezing each of them. I slowly lifted her kameez and slipped my hand beneath it. Now i was touching her ass through only the thin cloth of her.