Thank you for a wonderful night. Cinderella must sleep before she turns into a mouse.’ Kissing him lightly she entered her bedroom and closed the d...or. Peter noted it was unlocked. Late Sunday morning Peter sat at the breakfast table with piles of the Sunday editions of Sydney papers on the table. He had coffee made and a light breakfast ready for Cinderella when she awoke. At last, his wait was over and Jennifer appeared all fresh-faced in a silk kimono that highlighted her coloring. Seeing. ” I dropped my hand and squeezed my bulge, continuing to watch her reaction. “I’m getting hot too.” She glanced up and looked into my eyes for a few seconds before returning her stare to my prick. We sat silently for a while, our eyes looking into each others when they weren’t roaming over each others bodies. Shelly had spread her legs slightly and was openly rubbing her pussy and kept her eyes locked on my dick as I continued to squeeze it.“Tom,” she uttered. “Would you think me a slut if I. I stood up and put my arms around him as we kissed. I felt the overwhelming passion build up inside me as he put his hand between my legs, rubbing my clit. I started undressing him, removing his white shirt and undershirt. I licked his nipples as I tried to forget we had an audience. We moved to the now empty dance floor as I rubbed his cock through his pants. God he was so hard! I unbuckled his pants and unzipped them, pulling them down. Hi hard cock was now fully exposed to everyone in the. She had always loved going out to the forest, the sound of birds in the distance and of the wind in the trees. There was something special about being alone in such a quiet and peaceful place. Today was the last day she would get to go out before winter came and it was too cold for her, the last day she would get to try her new gear before spring. She had been planning this day for a while, making excuses to get time off from work, and leaving home early in the morning so she could make the.