So sensitive. Even in between the toes, under the sole, fingernails scratching softly... my toes... curling ..., Oh My God!. By the time I was turned ...ver onto my back my legs were trembling uncontrollably.Again, hands started sliding up my legs outside the thighs, then the top surface across the knees and upwards, then inside calves and thighs and again stopping just before where I most wanted, most needed to be touched. Over and over again until I was pushing my torso upwards trying to get. I'll tell you everything Bob said about Mary in my next letter. It was all very, very good. I've got a feeling when my husband puts that huge prick in me tonight he'll be thinking about that plump little pussy of yours, Mary. That goes for me, too. I'll be thinking about both of youLove and PieceBob and ConnieDear Bob and Connie Oct. 27Your letter arrived in the mail a few hours ago and as you are so like us I felt I should answer you right away. To be perfectly honest, John wrote the last. He took a step towards her and, still sitting, she parted her thighs to allow him to move between them. He bent downwards and gently lifted her ankles. “ W-What you doing?” she asked with a tone of mock ignorance, as her ankles were lifted and placed against his shoulders. Hands unseen wandered down the length of the smooth, soft skin of her thighs. If they were expecting to feel the tight, elastic waistband of knickers to pull down then they encountered nothing of the kind, as Lydia had. ’ ‘Yes, Mistress,’ I said, wanting to make it clear I was still her pet. As we walked onto the living room, I was shocked to see Karen sitting there sipping on a Slurpee. ‘Hi, my slut,’ Karen purred, with a wicked smile. ‘You bitch,’ Ashley snapped, instantly getting protective, which I found sexy and comforting. I loved having someone who cared about me that much. Mistress Megan said in a firm, no nonsense tone, ‘There will be none of this silly high school power trip drama in my home. Is.