She always won.My frigging was of a flowery nature I imagined the slow build up, the teasing, setting the mood, and my sister would sit and watch me e...plode, writhing naked, my hand trapped between my crossed legs, 'You make good watching Mariel', she would add sarcastically when I had finished.'How do you cum so quickly'? She would look at me in a disdain fashion, 'A fuck is about fucking, you have to milk them before they pull out of you', she never minced her words, she knew exactly what she. She looked to Miranda, then to Manning and back to Miranda, uncertain.Miranda impatiently gestured to the woman who slowly, reluctantly began to disrobe. Ellen was trying to please her master, but at the same time was shot through with embarrassment and shame.When the last stocking fell to the floor, Ellen stood nude before them.Miranda noticed that Manning was already experiencing an erection."Ellen, turn around and bend over!"The pastor's wife slowly complied."Fresh!", said Miranda. "Tight. " He took a deep breath. "Anyway, Molly came into my room, Sean. She was still crying a little, and she was limping pretty badly, kind of shuffling along." Yeah?" I wanted to offer encouragement for him to go on with his story, because he needed to tell someone, even though I really didn't want to be the one to hear it."And she started taking off her clothes. She was wearing, like, a dirty t-shirt, and a scruffy pair of jeans, and she took off her t- shirt, and then sat on the edge of my bed. My hands pulled her skirt up to her waist and my hands sought the band of her pantyhose. ‘Tight but doable,’ I thought to himself. I slipped my hands under the thinly stretched nylon and felt her warm skin in my hands. I was not only pulling her to myself, I was pulling her upwards as I reached down to cup the crease at the top of her thighs. Her legs opened and she was straddling my leg, feeling her begin the movement of riding my leg. Moving my hands together I discovered, and displaced the.