The last garment she selected was a leather miniskirt. The skirt was about 14 inches long and reached to mid thigh. Watching herself in the mirror, sh... leaned forward, backward, turned, raised her leg. Only when she bent deeply forward did the skirt pull above her stocking tops. Then she sat in the boudoir chair and crossed her legs. A narrow strip of white skin peeked from beneath her skirt. She was a voyeur’s dream. Satisfied, she stretched and turned to me, just before applying the last coat. When he thrust his hips back I put it inagain, in and out in time with his own thrusts. "Oh Brad, I lovemassaging your lovely ass. Do you like it? Should I continue? Is thiswhat you want? Do you want my greasy fingers massaging your balls? Mythumb being shoved up your wide open ass?" I asked. He seemed to mumble"Ahhh!" around Wendy's fingers.I removed my thumb and stuck a finger up Brad's ass. In and out,circular motions, then two. I took them out then used my middle fingeras a probe and. I couldn’t stop smiling all through dinner. Mark kept looking at me curiously. He said I looked like the cat who swallowed the canary. I admitted that I felt like a child who was trying desperately to keep a Christmas secret but was about to blurt it all out just hours before the gifts would be given. He laughed a little and told me that he loved me at that moment more than he ever had in his life. I told him that I loved him too. We exchanged kisses over the remains of our. ’ Said Randy. ‘Right’ laughed Sherri grabbing the bar of soap. Sherri rubbed the bar of soap between her hands…working up lather. She then became to wash his chest. Randy closed his eyes and enjoyed her touch. Sherri had such soft hands…and they made his whole body tingle. Sherri couldn’t help but notice Randy’s hard manhood. Sherri moved her hands down his stomach and found his balls and his hard shaft. Randy gasp as he felt her hands begin to stroke and caress him. ‘Want to make sure we are.