She continued to groan as she rubbed it there, again and again. Marguerite was wetter than ever before and felt a strong desire to have her husband’... cock inside her. She wanted to roll on her back, but Jean still seemed to be only partially awake.She couldn’t stop herself, and rubbed his cock faster and faster, up and down between the lips and folds. Each time it reached the top, she felt the pleasure increase. It rose higher and higher, growing in intensity. Her hips were moving on their own,. I gave her a few more minutes, anxiously watching the doorway. Still nothing. I poked my head in the bedroom door. “Hey, how are you doing?” “Oh, I’m fine,” she smiled brightly, as if everything was all right. But the almost imperceptible tremble of her voice betrayed her. “Oh, Bree, what’s wrong?” I breathed as I entered the bedroom and moved towards her. Her armour cracked in an instant, and her best light and breezy body language immediately collapsed into despair. Her shoulders slumped and. He started to stroke faster. She then bent down and removed her panties. When she stood back up, Chris let out a loud moan, and saw Emilia's head turn to the door, acknowledging the noise, but she shrugged and ignored it. As Emilia walked around her room, finding clothes to wear, Chris looked at every inch of her body, and blew his load, quietly moaning her name. This continued for another 3 days: Chris would watch everything Emilia did and would masturbate over her naked, unaware body. And. That dress looks lovely on you." "Thank you, Ms. Gabrielle," replied Amber. "Your makeup is perfect. The lip gloss is a nice touch; it makes youlook like a teen. I would have loved to have found you when you were ateen. Did you dress then?" Amber nodded. "I wore my sister and Mom's things." "You were fortunate to have women in your family who were older andlarger than you," she replied. "I wonder if they knew what you weredoing." "I doubt it...they never paid me much attention," replied Amber..