"No, no. With him in your mouth," Connie corrected. Kelli angled her head and did as told, her eyes widening as more pre-cum welled up into her mouth....Shit, ladies. I'm about to die here," I said as I started pumping myself into Kelli's mouth.I heard Connie sigh a whispered, "Oh, God," as her tweaking of my nipples increased and her other hand began stroking and scratching the inside of my thigh. Kelli tightened her lips around my cock and pressed her tongue tight against me, the tip curled. " Yeah." She did a little turn on the balls of her feet. "You like the way it looks on me?" It's too big for you. Why are you wearing my shirt?" I came to my feet beside the bed."I only have three shirts which I use for sleeping in. It's been over a week since mama last did laundry. They all feel and smell nasty now. I'm going to ask your mom how to work her washer tomorrow and clean some clothes. All of us girls are running short of clean clothing." Okay, but why 'my' shirt, or more. I pushed her skirt above her waist and I gently rubbed her cotton coated bum, soft and peachy to the touch. She clenched her buttocks the moment my hands made contact, but I wasn't ready to smack her just yet. I adored the softness of her flesh, stroking and patting it for a few moments; it felt wonderfully sensual, but I had a job to do.I tugged down her knickers painfully, causing her to squeal in discomfort as I roughly removed them: she should know to never turn up to my courtroom with. Come and trim my Christmas tree with some decorations bought at Tiffanys. I really do believe in you. Let’s see if you believe in me.’ she sings as she runs her hands thru her hair. ‘Santa baby, forgot to mention one little thing, a ring. I don’t mean on the phone. Santa baby and hurry down the chimney tonight.’ her voice rings as her hands move from her hair to her hips, then up behind her, to the clasp of the top. She undoes it and holds it to her with one arm while the other slides the.