Nudging Crystal’s leg apart with the toes of her shoe. “Darling it is running down the insides of your legs.” Gretchen rubs the pointy tip of he... black paten leather shoe up and down Crystal’s shaved pussy. “Ohh, don’t stop.” Cooed Crystal. Gretchen brought her foot back and gave her a short kick against her lover’s cunt. “Oww.” Cried the restrained brunette. She cried out again when Gretchen’s sole was ground against her slit like putting out a cigarette. “You didn’t say the magic word, you. She was now 40 and had never quite figured out when had happened between her, her mother and the French maid. It was a fantasy that still fascinated her and, more importantly, excited her no end. Jennifer was anxious to get to the hotel. She had arrived a day before the conference so that she could have this first night to herself. Well … nearly to herself. Jenny, as everyone called her, always remembered the house maid, Louise, who had taken care of her while her mother was a professional. Not that I happened to notice either of these particular traits about her. What I noticed was her gigantic breasts. They were enormous! I tried not to stare, but I was probably not very successful. I’m pretty sure she caught me ogling her chest within the first minute. Fortunately, she didn’t seem to mind. In fact, I’m pretty sure she smiled a little, but I couldn’t be one hundred percent about that. I hoped it wasn’t my imagination.“I’m pretty sure my parents are not paying me for coming over. She pulled back and slid her hand underneath my underwear, unbuttoning and unzipping my jeans with the other hand. I moaned softly as her finger tips tickled the head of my cock before she pulled her hand back. Isabelle sat up from my bed, crawling to the end of it where she grabbed onto my pants, puling them down past my ankles. My boxers were all that remained between my now rock hard length and the outside world, but Isabelle was determined to free me. As she pulled off my boxers, I threw.